The goats are still getting out, but now they go back in on their own. The new goat (Arlene? name not yet set) gets out with Ben, the baby, and Emma, his mama, stays in, which eventually brings them back. Tonight when I hand-fed them, Ben let me scratch the top of his head for the first time, and Arlene ate from my hand for the first time. Emma is starting to let me do tentative pats on her neck.
Some pictures of our primitive goat fence defenses...and Arlene and Ben resting quietly after feeding. They don't look like escape artists, do they? Don't let looks deceive you.