They look so innocent.
Delilah has established herself as the Queen Mother, as I knew she would. There are four bowls, but the "twins" usually eat together.
That's okay, because they don't need lots of goat chow. It's a treat, really.
These are the Walmart mums I planted in the barrel planters that held the beautiful red, white and blue petunias all summer.
They are just starting their blooms, too.
Well, they were.
I feel like Delilah here, simultaneously butting her head on the porch rail and scratching her side.
(She butted the door one minute after this and Keith burst out laughing... but really... I'm discouraging this and she was scolded)
There goes the scarecrow. I found it out in the yard fifteen minutes ago, they had dragged it off the deck and it is pretty much destroyed. Good gravy.
And this is one of the pumpkins out in the garden!
Joking aside, the goats will only be in the yard another day or so. Keith is going to enlarge the pophole he made for the henyard in the pasture, so that the ducks can get in and out faster, and I can close the gate to the henyard, and at that point, the goats are banished to the pasture except for a visit to the yard once in a while. I can't have them in there while the garden is growing in the spring, after all. I don't mind a visit once in a while, but they will be living east of the fenceline starting sometime this week.
We had an interesting first week with Delilah... and I thought for a short time on Friday we might not be able to keep her... she is going after Lilly constantly. However, so far she has not threatened either Ranger or Abby, and Lil is agile enough to stay out of her way. She was completely bewildered a week ago when her world turned upside down, but I took it as a good sign yesterday when I put the babies back in the pen in the afternoon, and she ran to keep up with them, and wanted in, too.
Good for her.
I can see a depression in the straw where she has been sleeping UNDER the sleeping bench, and snuggled down deeply.
Having a little mouthful of goat minerals...
"Who, ME, Maa Maa????"
Prayers requested again for little Tweedles, who has grown much sicker since yesterday. She is on oxygen at the specialty hospital, and being treated for worse pneumonia. Our hearts go out to her mamas.