The goats have decided that the deck
outside my bedroom door
is a much nicer place to sleep than their stupid old shed.
They love to gambol in the moonlight.
The clatter of their hooves jumping on and off the deck
and chasing each other around at all hours
is not really conducive to sleep.
When they deign to rest, curled up on the mat,
they scratch themselves with their back hooves, just like a dog.
It sounds like someone is knocking on the door.
As you can see from these pictures
of the door
and the mat
and the house wall
they have been rubbing themselves
to ease the itch of their coat changing from winter to summer.
So I thought I would give them a good brush.
Look what I got after just a few minutes of brushing.
I didn't imagine that they would have
a soft downy under coat.
The goat version of thermal underwear....
who would've thunk it?