The buck on our farm used to escape his pen so he could hang out on our porch. Not sure why, but he did. It was pretty cute, but a bit irritating having to clean the porch each morning.
We sold that little buck and one of our does this weekend. It was a decision that made a lot of sense, but I have to admit I miss the sweetie. The porch seemed a little empty without him last night.
Because all of the remaining goats are either girls who've just had babies or they're too young to be housed with a new adult goat, that leaves us with one wether (boy) who's kind of the odd man out at the moment. Rather than leave him in the pen alone, I let him out so he could hang out closer to his friends.
Instead, he set up camp on the porch. Apparently, it's the happening place to be if you're a goat. When I look out my front door, this is what I see. Pretty cute, and I guess it's worth sweeping the porch in the morning.
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