This one was all my fault, so I'm not mad at the goats. Sometime in this morning's routine, I forgot to latch the goat gate into the coop and the twins of greed got in and trashed the place. I had taped pieces of a brown paper bag around the outside of the nest box to make it a little more private; they ate off all but one side, then ate the floor hay I had used for bedding. They ate about a week's worth of chicken feed right out of the hanging feeder. On the other hand, my daughter says they were quite well behaved when she came home from school. No wonder. I've said that sweet feed was like catnip to the goats and that the chicken feed was like heroin. So they were stoned.

Am I ready for another goat?

I also let Bob out for a couple of hours this evening, but made sure the ladies were all locked up first. Other housekeeping included putting down fresh straw in the coop and changing the litter for the chicks. Another week or so and the little ones will be going out to the coop to meet the ladies. Thinking about the road to Homeworth now.