Saturday, March 2, 2013

AH, THE FOLLY OF YOUTH



Some people need a scape-goat.

I have an escape-goat.




The baby goat, Lucy, has learned to slip through gaps in the fence that certainly should  be goat-proof. And she can get into the horses' pens, and then from them out into the yard.




Short of putting chicken-wire along every stretch of fencing I have, I am resigned to having an escape-goat.




At least until Lucy puts on a few more pounds.

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