The billy goats, Dandelion and Caraway, prior to their break out from the pasture.
When F. arrived home, he set to work reinforcing existing fences and constructing a sturdy 2- strand electric fence to separate the goat pasture from the area below our garden.
The billy goats were kept under surveillance in the dry goat pasture for a week and the four non-milkers moved across the lane to what had formerly been the domain of the bucks.
My favorite of the mature goats, Zenobia, who is the oldest goat in the herd. Her distinctive black 'beard' doesn't show well in this photo.
Dandelion with his head through the gate.
Bobby Mac showing off as he keeps me company in the garden.
Charlie is likewise a companionable soul, often getting in the way of my hoe, wanting my attention when I am weeding.
For a few days the dry goats stayed in the long pasture which borders the shady side of the lane.
They were alert to my footfalls whenever I walked down the lane and quickly formed a procession on their own side of the fence.
I have found that goats are very conversational.
At convenient spots along the fence, heads were thrust through to be patted and complimentary remarks were exchanged.
One of the goats, Evonnia, found a way to escape the pasture. Returned by F. she refused to stay in.
When I walked down last evening I was surprised to find that the ladies had been returned to their original pasture and the bucks were back across the lane.
F. assures me that the boys have considerable respect for an electric fence.
I will miss the enthusiastic greetings of the does. If I wish to fuss over them I will need to go through the barn and out to the hill pasture gate.
The baby goats at their grain trough.
When I was caring for them, there was persistent pushing at the fence above the trough. One little girl goat managed to get her head stuck three times.
I lashed a variety of found objects to the fence as a deterrent.
This is Munchkin, who patrols the hill pasture. The dry goats are her usual 'group' to guard.
She is friendly, takes her job seriously, doing a great deal of barking.
When we drive up or down the lane she races along the fence, whirling in circles as she nears the end of the pasture.
Charlie and Willis frequent the garden, sometimes disagreeing as to who is 'top cat.'
Willis takes his role as the farm overseer to heart.
Charlie is an amiable nitwit!
Sally, one of our outside cats. Sally likes to assist if I am weeding the strip below the porch.
She and her sister, Sadie, have developed testy ways in response to the years of lordly dominance by Willis.
One of the mom-cats who lives in the goat barn.
Misty morning in the pasture.
Delphinium, waiting her turn to be milked.
She habitually stands in her grain bucket, removing her feet only to put her head in the depths of the bucket and slam it against the wall.