Miracle never stays with the goat herd. Raised on a bottle and in the house, she never was convinced she was a goat. Seperated from her herd, she was at the back pasture calling for me, so I put her with the herd at the pond pasture. She butted heads with the sheep in that pasture all evening, after enjoying some herbage in the woods. |
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Come along Miracle
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