The goats are doing well. Shy. Of I sit and don't look at them, George will sniff me. Irene will have nothing to do with me. She wiggles her way into the coop to get at the chicken feed. We have made the pop door smaller 3 times now. I think we did it. The barred rocks can barely get in. We fortified all fence with cattle panels, we call it Fort Knox. No one has been lost to the wolf in days....so I'm hopeful. This weekend is the end of the road for the 3 roosters, since one went after my Chihuahua. I helped butcher for the first time earlier this summer and it was a very solemn experience. Kinda made me feel like I grew up in a rather serious way. So I'm not afraid to butcher this weekend but I'm not looking forward to it either. It's just serious. I tend to want to keep the goats comfortable and healthy because I know their likely eventuality, and besides being cute litle guys their purpose is serious business so I better do my best. Does that make sense or am I being overly dramatic?