The goat building draws in my dear wife Karen and I every year.
How can we not adore these animals once described as confused dogs by my friend and former fair rep Fred Pierce?
Don’t worry. The predicament above was solved when the goat owner stood the little guy up on hind legs so his head could fit back out from the wider space on the high spot of the rails.
That goat was about the only one to go low. This was a year for above-the-rail preferences.
I thought maybe all the goats were seeking post-dinner conversation.
Karen always wants to say hi to the baby pigs, too.