Goaties Escape

I thought I better go up the hill and check on the goats. They've just spent most of the winter in the (enormous) hay mow and were sheared today. As we sheared them one by one we let them go. They were, understandably, a little shaken by the ordeal. After my helpers left and I tidied up I decided to hike up the hill with the doggies to check for runaway goaties. I found them bedded down in a lovely shady spot, on the hill under the pond. I'll go up there again at dusk to make sure they come down to the safety of the barnyard before dark.