These fellers are wild and rowdy as ever; just a couple days ago they dug out of the run that my Dad built off the Bantam Coop, and three escaped. I caught one, and then caught the last two later that night.
When we got home from swimming at the Lake yesterday, I went out to check on them, and they were all in their pen, just fine.
I went out a couple hours later and the goats had opened the pen, and they were hiding in the grass ready for bed. Who knows how long they'd been out? Luckily, they were all fine, and today they're back in their pen and I'm putting a cinderblock in front of the door!
They're trouble all over the place! You see they've all mastered the "evil eye" expression.
~
