Best Help Ever

Baby S came for a visit today.  She loves to go outside.  She will go to the door and pull at her hat on the rack and say, "hat, hat," until someone takes her out.

She walked with me to check on the goats after lunch.  We had given up on grafting the triplet to the non pet goat when Crazy, one of the pets, had a deformed set of twins last week.  She is easier to deal with so we decided to try to use her as the adoptive mom.  Three times a day when we check on if there are any new kids, we give Crazy a little grain to distract her while the triplet nurses.  She is doing better and no longer tosses it in the air. 

Baby S wanted to go in the field with the rest of the goats and worked a long time on the gate chain.

She was not successful, 

so moved on to another gate.  

Zipper was hopeful that the gate would open, 

as was Tribble, 

and Trouble.  But S was unable to help anyone escape. 

So she picked up her buckets and trudged back in the barn with them.  

We spent at least 45 minutes at the barn.  She would have stayed longer if I had let her.  She didn't want to leave the buckets there and carried them all the way (0.2 of a mile) back to the house.