Sunday, January 25, 2015

Breakfast Time

The goats and the girls eat breakfast together in their shared pasture.


Their table manners leave something to be desired.


Whiskey crawls under the feeder and eats whatever the others drop.

...which is a lot.

Maybe they should wear bibs like Brett.  (We feasted on crab, shrimp, mussels and calamari with friends today for lunch).