Each morning on my way to work I pass a home for the handicapped. Between the buildings and the road is a stretch of green grass with a little stable and goats. I know it’s spring when I see baby goats scamper about, and this week I knew it was autumn when I saw the goats not in the grass but on the roof of the stable. I guess it’s warmer up there and also drier, particularly early in the morning.
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Goats are too smart for their own good
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Too true. They are escape artists as well.
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Yep
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Love it!
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I’m happy you do.
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They would bring a smile (and a laugh) every time I passed them.
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I smile at them. They have a different enclosure, at the back of the home and sometimes they are there (I assume) and I miss them on my way to school.
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