Yesterday I went into Wichita, and got my goat.
They came out of her minivan and into my Phoenix. (truck is still sans engine)
one! one goat! ha ha ha!
Two! two goats! ha ha ha!
They tolerated the move fairly well. One seemed very curious about what was happening in the driver's seat.
While the other was content to watch the scenery as it passed.
Seemed like the people of Wichita have never seen goats in the back of a car before. They were pointing, cell phones took pictures, and rubber necking became almost an epidemic. I was cracking up.
It wasn't a very long drive, we got home and soon had the two out of the car and into their new home. Once out they promptly discovered the other goats and the sheep, and that the angora's had the power of terror. Even Donkey the Sheep was petrified of these new creatures. And he is larger then they are. It will be only a matter of time though, and Donkey will not put up with them having all of his food!
We will be shearing everyone sometime this week. Now that shall be an adventure tagged with mistakes.