Escape Artists
I should have heeded my brother-in-law’s words when he said that the goats we brought home from him and my sis were escape artists. Are they ever agile!
We got a good douse of rain not too long ago, so I ran out to the barn to shut some doors, when I heard a commotion in the chicken pen. I’d opened the door to let them in to get out of the rain, and they were in there making a ruckus.
So I go inside to find Billy, the larger of the two, up on the board we layed across the top of the coop for the chickens to roost on. He was walking along it like nothing. This board is not secured, and it was bobbing up and down. I was sure he was going to fall. Then he walks over and starts pulling the barn siding away from the side of the coop and tries to chew it up.
Pokey was on top of the laying boxes, getting ready to chew an extension cord that runs through there to turn on the electric fence.
So I chased them back out and shut the door. I figure we’ve got some good work to do in there before it’s “goat-proof.” They’ll survive getting a little wet.
