In my near year with goatlings, I have never been so scared and felt so blessed in a few rushed moments as I did this morning.
I am standing in my kitchen, straining my fermented hen feed, talking
to The S/O as he's getting ready to leave for work. Well, as I am
talking I hear Dyson answer me.... like he is prone to do. Only he's not
answering me at his gate waiting for me to bring their breakfast and
fresh water bucket.... No, he's answering me right under the kitchen
window! My heart sinks and I go rushing to the front door... Open it and
they are all standing their staring up at me as they all try to talk to
me at the same time.
My first thought is.... oh gawd... what have they gotten into!
Well apparently their first thought was to come find me (Which is
awesome!) because the barn door was still closed and the hen feed wasn't
Walked them back up their gate watching them
happy dance cause we are out with them. I think they thought we were
going to go for an adventure hike. They were disappointed. We wrangled
them back inside and went to find a lock for the gate latch so I don't
get scared to death again!
Who left the gate loosely latched in
the first place? My boys fed them last night as I was cooking
dinner/running behind schedule.