In the sheep, goat, duck, geese, and chicken barn.
Some of the sheep had just been sheared. Since it was a cool day, many of the sheared ones had coats on. Some had leg warmers; many had the kind of muzzles on through which they can drink, but not eat, because sheep can and will eat the wood shavings on the floor of their pens, towels lopped over the fencing, or my skirt, if I get too close. They and the goats (llamas, too, when they are around) are always intrigued by my jewelry, especially the rings, and want to sniff and nibble on them. Those muzzles are always removed at feeding time, and when the animals are taken into the area for judging.
Larry leaned down, and, talking to the little goat calmly, got
a grip on those small horns, tilted the little head, and helped him pull back
into the pen. The little guy backed up
and stood looking at us, blinking, a somewhat forlorn look on his face. What just happened, and was it your fault
or mine?? His mate in the same stall
came and rubbed his nose against the backs of our hands, but the once-stuck
goat stayed back. That fencing is dangerous! It reached right out and grabbed me.











































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