The goats always run to greet us at the fence..."beah, beah...(How do spell goat talk..lol)...beah".   They want to know what's going on and if you have any tasty morsels for their tummies.  They usually continue with their conversations until someone gets their horns rubbed or they realize you're not going to feed them.  Then they mosey on out into the pasture to graze again, or over to a shady spot to rest. 

     Well, this week the goats have been bleating as I went around to feed them in the evenings.  We closed the back part of their grazing pasture off due to the big tree from last week's storm across the fence. Of course this was nothing but an engraved (or should I say wired)  invitation for the goats to get out of their fence and into the back part of the pasture.  If the fence was up, surely there was something greener and better on the other side.  So they squirmed under the loosely drawn wire to the other side.  The only problem was once they went to the other side, their plan to get back...didn't work.  So when feeding time came around they were on the other side of the fence beahing..."Please let us in to eat our dinner and get a cool drink of refreshing water."  So I leisurely went in and put their food in their feeders with out goats galloping all around me, or sticking their head into my bucket.  They usually follow me from pan to pan to see if I put something tastier in the next pan than the one before it.  They continued to bleah " Let us in pl-e-a-s-e".  Then I went over and lifted the fence, and they ran under and back into their safe haven for the evening. Seems they hadn't even bothered with the old pecan tree or nosed around the fence where it was broken, but had just wanted to be on the other side of the fence...just to see what was going on over there!

     I gave them a stern "school teacher" lecture about staying on their side of the fence and left them for the evening.  Richie fed them the next morning and I went off to school.  When evening came I again went around the barn to feed the goats...No goats, but more bleating on the other side of the fence..."bleah, bleah, please let us in for a tasty morsel and some cool refreshing water."  So I again enjoyed making them wait a little as I put the fed into their pans, and then lifted the fence to let them back in.  Another stern "yes, school teacher type" lecture...about staying on the right side of the fence...

     Well the third evening came.  Would the goats  be where they were supposed to be?  You guessed it.  They were on the other side of the fence once again.  Even though it was late, almost dark, and we too wanted to go in for supper, Richie whipped out the chain saw and began to trim the top of the tree away so he could repair the outer fence.  Just as darkness dropped it's cloak upon the earth we opened up the fence and left the full pasture open. 

     The question is...will the grass still be so inviting since they have easy access to it... will their curiosity be satiated now that they have full access to the whole pasture again...

     Sure enough it's no fun to run under the fence when you can walk through the open fence easily.  They were back at supper time ready to chase the bucket, and inspect each pan for delicious crumbles for their tummies.  The goats of course are always ready to chat and find out the happenings around the farm.

     They leave us with the question...Why does the grass seem greener on the other side of the fence?