Knowing full well that A would be arriving after 1P (there are no exact times for anything around here) to pick up the goaties for their vacation, I made a list of things to pack in their overnight bags. And then did nothing about it until just before she arrived. Granted, it wasn't a lot to pack - two bales of hay, a bag of their feed, their vitamins and minerals, their feed dishes. And I didn't panic. It was a different story, however, when it came time to load the two miscreants into A's van. I felt like a bad parent. All of her goats are sweet-tempered, friendly, obliging. Mine were all: GET AWAY FROM ME!! RUN!!! OMG, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!!! We finally got them loaded and I followed her to the farm, where we got them tucked into their new/temporary digs. While I was there, I got to see what was in store for me (and Sage, of course):
|Girl (left) and boy (right)|
Slept like a rock, too.