When I put the boys to bed tonight, I decided to leave one of their double doors open, as the night seemed warm enough. I then walked the path past the house and to the barn, where I milked and bedded down my girls. When I came back to the house sometime later, I heard Chocos plaintive, high pitched cry calling out to me in dire need. He was standing by the gate listening carefully for my return so that he could intercept me with his call. Things were clearly not right in his world. I made my best guess, walked with him back to his hut, and closed the door I had left open. He proceeded to enter his home and jump up on his loft, in quiet contentment. All was as it should be. Goats certainly value their sense of order. It is a source of security for them.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 07:17:08 +0000
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