Goat Chores

Al wasn't feeling well today, so I went out to check on the goats.

I entered the field and suddenly there were 30 pairs of eyes staring at me.  "What's she doing in here?  Is she allowed to come in here?"

Most of them stayed away from me, but one came up within a foot of my knees, tilted her head up and stared into my eyes.  She was a friendly one and seemed to smile, then seemed a little sad when I walked away to break up a fight.

Can you imagine fighting over a strand of hay?  Well, it apparently happens even though there was more than enough for every goat for the next week in their field.  Silly goats.

In the barn, the remaining goats "meh" 'd their greetings and the boy goats just ignored my presence ... well until I refilled their water.  I turned on the hose and all of a sudden the bucket was mobbed by 10 thirsty goats.  The boys muscled their way in to get a drink first.  Apparently having long horns has advantages.

I talked to the girls for a bit and hand fed a few friendly ones.  Then I topped of the water and locked up for the day. 

Barn cat was having his dinner and since he doesn't trust me yet, I made sure I left him alone.