Yesterday evening the two small boys from next door knocked on my door and informed me that their goat was in my pasture. Really?! Since the donkeys and Patti Cake the mini mule are in the back pasture they couldn't go out there alone to get their goat. So, out into the heat to help catch the goat. After about 45 minutes catching her was out of the question. The boys started chasing her all over the pasture throwing a homemade rope at her. Duh, I would run too being chased liked that. I finally told them to put the rope down and walk towards her calmly. Did they listen? No! The older of the boys couldn't understand why the goat didn't want to be caught. Well, by this time I am hot and tired. I looked right at him and told him if him and his brother were nicer to their goat then she wouldn't mind being caught. I then asked him how many times I have yelled at him for being mean to their goat. He didn't answer me. Little turd!
Anyway, enough was enough. I told the boys to leave the goat here overnight and to go home.
Well, my goats weren't too happy about having a stranger in the pasture. Neither were the donkeys or Patti Cake our mini mule. I took these pictures this morning. The brown goat with the horns is the neighbors goat. Her name is Betsy.
Betsy trying to get close to the food.
My girl goats banding together to chase Betsy away.