After the storm the fence was down all around the property. The goats stayed where they belonged. A couple of them did come across the downed pine that fell into the yard, but they never got off the tree. A large section was down for the trucks to pull into the lot to pile debris onto the burning pile. The goats never crossed that line. I don't know if they were being extra good, or the LORD knew we couldn't deal with chasing goats with all the other things we had going on. The fence is still down in places, but so far, its all good.
If you read my label, you know I've stolen my granddaughter's favorite word.
