Goats! I was calling them my porch goats because they had made their home...my porch. It was a mess. Who knew three little goats pooped so much.
Plus the little squirts were too feisty with my old dog, Nahla. She is far bigger than them, but refuses to fight back. She's a big baby.
Anyway, I had moved in a bit of a huff, so the perimeter was fenced, but I didn't have a pen built. I built that whole thing all by myself! A very proud moment for me. The corner that you see in the picture now has 5 rails on both sides because the little fatties got out immediately! Agh! I worked so hard to get that done. It was Sunday night and I was hanging the gate with the light on my phone. I coaxed them in with a scoop of corn, shut the gate and the little ones freaked out and went right through it
I threw up my hands and went to bed.
When I got home from work the next day, Hazel was laying on the porch against the door and Violet was nowhere in sight. I had just heard from the neighbor down the way that he had seen a wolf just a few mornings before. I thought "oh no!" I started walking toward the pen and Hazel hauled ass
towards it! There were Lucy (too big to escape) and Violet. She'd put herself back. I do believe they see Lucy as mama goat. I let Hazel in and that was that. A couple weeks later, one was out gobbling up chicken food and so I put up a couple more rails on the corner. The end. The rest of the pen is still four rails, but they don't work the fence. Works for me
Like I said...paying for my education
