We're behind fences again.
You see the burrs in my beard. The human isn't even nice enough to take them out for me.
We accidentally found ourselves in the neighbor's combined corn field. The human said we were lucky we didn't kill ourselves.
Just a little upset tummy for some, but now we're all stuck in here. Big goats.
Little goats. Everyone is locked in.
All we can do is stand and stare out to pasture and wish we were there.
I wish I were out there eating green grass and leafy shrubs and ...
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i hope it's just my connection, but these photos wouldn't load for me tonight.
Blogger was being a pain. I'll have to have the human redo them. Thanks for letting me know.
Awe, goats are such great escape artists. Sorry to hear about your predicament, but I am glad they're all okay. Thank you for sharing.
So you were baaaaaad goats were you?
Ooo! Corn nibblets! Next time you escape just make sure you only eat a little! Pesky burrs, Millie! We hate those.
We were baaaaaaad, and now we're maaaaaaad.
The human may just have to cut your beard off to get rid of those nasty burrs!
Lucky Nickel is full of burrs too. I kept thinking I'd found all the burdock plants, and then she'd come back covered in them again. ARGH! And how am I supposed to spin burred fleece? Fezzik and my ram lamb, Tucker, also had scours last week from too much molasses oats. Richard didn't know there was a limit. oops....
baaaaaad goats!!!!
LOL!
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