Sunday morning

Woke up at 4:30 Sunday morning, worried about Miracle. Miracle is a bottle raised doe that prefers to live with sheep because when she was a kid I turned her in with the ewes and lambs instead of the does and kids. She bonded with Midnight. Goats are mean to little ones that have no mother to protect them. So Miracle got along with the sheep and now thinks she is the boss sheep and likes to butt them, especially Midnight. Sheep don't always get in the barn when a storm comes, until it gets bad. Goats hate to get wet. I went out to find her, she wasn't standing at the gate and she wasn't in the sheep barn, after much searching and calling she came out from under a small stand of trees just before the bottom fell out. We made it to the hay barn and she spent the night there.