I can't get over the the goats. Usually when I cut the them loose they are gone and I mean to the neighbours or further down the street to the tasty scent of the Fireside Restaurant. I can not get them to go back home unless it starts to rain or its bed time. Yesterday when the Vet was treating Bubba, I released the goats but they would not leave him. Bugsy walked out the door and came back. They all stayed right by the pig. And earlier during the fight, The goats we're all agitated, distressed by the violence. I'm always amazed to see a personality emerge from an animal that you will not expect. Curiosity or compassion whatever it was stronger then the possibility of freedom.
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