April 23, 2008 – Warm, bright sun. Rain in the forecast. Goats are strange in never ending ways, and some delightful ways.
  Honey has taken to napping right in the hay feeder, of all places, which I would think would be warm but which suits her just fine. One of the things I love about goats is how often I do a doubletake when I walk past them. They are so often doing something strange, even whimsical.
  And of course, jeering at me.

Ruth and Murray are  resting more conventionally