They Have Figured It Out

I have decided that the goats will now be known as Emotional Therapy Assistants.  We can be having a rough day and the goats or chickens appear and the world is right once again.  They are good for me too!

The boys (the four-legged ones)  have been having a great time exploring the back yard.

Levi gets so excited when they come to the Cluck-Thru.

He kisses them through the glass.  And they kiss back!

We have to pet and feed them in shifts because there is not enough room for all the bodies.

We have found out that they not only like black licorice but stale graham crackers and crumbs from the floor.

I should just let them in to eat the crumbs!  Miss my two old crumb snatchers.

The first time they came to check out the 'walk-up Mark had the window opened just a smidge too far and Boogie got one leg in.  I thought Adi was going to lose it.

But we figured out that if we only raised it enough for them to turn there heads to enter the kitchen it was okay.

THIS BOY NEEDS A GOAT!