We started our day out with some lovely green treats from the mountains of
They had been in water since we got them before Christmas, and
the goats really enjoyed them... thanks, Tweedles!
Lil has gone to this same spot in the pasture two days in a row.
She goes on point... then stands and stares. I got her just after she put the pointing foot down.
(and "Bob" Spehar was no where in sight!)
Then the stare at the bottom of the pasture...
But this is the one that worried me... she turned to stare into the copse of woods at the foot of the pasture... from whence all the predators come.
I have a feeling that one of them has been lurking down there, and Lilly Ann knows it, and as I said, this is the second day for this.
You see the ducks are undisturbed, though, and all slept soundly until Lil came back up past them, then they settled down again.
This little guy, Rooster One, is now taking the brunt of the Elvi, since Butch is gone.
You can't tell from this picture, but he has damage to the points of his comb, and for the first time, his wattles. Both look bad and this damage is caused by the cold, not fighting.
I found him outside this afternoon, as the temps were dropping. He was not making an effort to go in the pophole... because the young boys were lurking in there. I finally tried to catch him, and drove him in.
I went inside to make sure he had made it safely into the rafters. No one is going outside tomorrow, because we are getting up to only 14 degrees as a high.
The ducks are out, Keith and I consulted and decided to leave them where they can bed down in the deep hay/straw bed, or in the duck house.
The goats are tucked safely in their warm barn with the light on... and plenty to eat.
Don't forget US, Maa Maa!
Go back to bed, girls!
Everyone stay warm!