We are visiting my parents and our friends, Michelle & Kerry, graciously have driven their daughter to our home so she can earn some cash by feeding the crew (I’m pretty sure Michelle does most/all of the driving 😉). Anyway, this should be an easy gig...until the baby goat squad proceeds to find a way out daily. Yesterday I received a call from our sweet neighbor, Mary, “Libby, I think your baby goats are in my front yard. I know you said you would be away, but I do not want anything to happen to them.” Sure enough the goats were out again.
Michelle and her kids have used ingenuity and anything they can find around our property to try to block these goats in, but the goats are always figuring out another way to find freedom. This morning the goats were found eating the flowers in my neighbor’s front yard, keep in mind they used to have their own two acre field (until the continually found a way out of it and were moved) and a huge field between our property and hers, but it is never enough, flowers are always better.
Michelle, thank you so much for being patient with this hot mess of my life (the animals who always seem to be able to outsmart me...and now you) and thank you for taking time out of your day to get Liberty to our house. We have a lot to care for and I always worry when we are away, but I haven’t worried about it a bit (except for the barrage of dreams I had last night about escaping baby goats 😂).
We do not go away often, which is fine by me because I love our life on the Clem Compound, but it is nice to know we have people around to help us when we do take a vacation. The baby goats are on holiday as well it seems, hopefully they will get their fill of traveling and settle down to a life of leisure...soon.
This morning my husband received a phone call from the police, three baby goats were spotted on the road. Thankfully our friend in the department took the call and went out to find them. I immediately got in contact with Michelle and she went to the house to shift animals around, Douglas would be moved to the back porch with the other two dogs and the goats would be in the dog pen.
This is the text I got from Michelle, “Contained! They were hiding from the po po on the front porch. Lol. Crack me up the little assholes.”
This goat squad is testing the patience of everyone involved in their care, I hope they figure out soon that they have a good life...the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence.