It is one of those days I just feel grateful to be able to sit in a snug, warm house. Listening to the howling wind shaving the edges of the dry snow off all traces of my afternoon footprints, I took pity on my poor goats. If ever they need the stall in the barn, this must be it. The wind chill is well below zero already.
We went out and emptied the stall of the things we’d stored there, threw down some pine shavings and put a bit of hay in the feeder. I thought ahead and closed the door to the chicken coop so the goats couldn’t crowd into that space and throw everyone into a panic. It’ll keep the chickens warmer tonight, anyway. We moved the heated water bucket into the barn and were all ready to go.
I unhooked the electric fence and Ely came zooming into the chicken run with a mischievous glint in his eye. When I did not scold him, he wasn’t sure what to do next. Eddie began bleating in panic that he was separated from his buddy and I herded him through the door and locked it. Then, I just had to coax them both into the barn. It wasn’t so hard with a few peanuts.
We watched for a while as they got acclimated. They quickly figured out how to use the dog cot although their first idea was to chew on it. Eddie stood up on his hind legs to look out the window and see what forbidden things he could reach. I am pretty confident they can’t do anything really bad, but I won’t worry about them tonight, at least as much as I would have. We’ll see what I find in the morning.