Was all ready for bed.
Mom was getting ready and glanced out her window.
That faces the back.
Where the goats live…
“Martha, I can’t tell if the goats are in our yard or on the other side of the back fence.”
“(sighs) I’ll go check it out, Mom.”
(*Puts on robe and slippers, the goats are probably just at the very back of the lot and the kids aren’t home from youth activities yet.)
(Gets to the back gate and realizes that only three of our goats are still in the yard (excluding the three that are in the buck pen and therefore unable to get out) and immediately breaks out into a run.)
“Why you do this, goats?!”
Thankfully most of them came back in quite easily.
Most of them.
Two of the goatlings ran up and down the fence freaking out while their mothers just stood next to me trying to get them to come in under the hole they’d all dug in the fence. It still worked out because my neighbors who live behind and slightly to the side of us helped me get those last two back in.
Breathing In 