Goats Like to Eat

I went down to feed Gus the horse this evening, and forgot to bring the goats' food with me. That didn't go over well.



Arlene inspected me carefully, sure I had food hidden somewhere. She pulled gently at the front of my blouse, apparently suspecting I had secreted food there. (Oddly enough, I hadn't.) Then she checked my pants pockets. No goat food there either.



Fortunately, my husband saw what was happening and came down with food, followed closely by his faithful companion, Halley the cat, who's with him every step of the way during animal care time.



The white blob in the grass above is Halley keeping an eye on Arlene. We're not sure why she needs to keep an eye on the goats, but then I'm sure she doesn't understand a lot of what we do either. (I can just hear her thinking, "Hey, I'm not the one who went into the pasture without goat food!")