One (more specifically THREE) of the things that have been keeping us busy here on The Tiny Farm is our goats. To be more precise, attempts to keep our goats confined to a specific area on The Tiny Farm has been keeping us busy. We have tried tethering them, but were either constantly untangling them or constantly trying to figure out how they got loose from their tethers. Free range isn’t an option for them because they roam too far from home and scare the neighbor’s dog. That’s left us with one choice – fencing them in.

Although this sounds easy enough, and seems to work well for others, it has been a challenge for us. I don’t know if our goats are exceptionally smart, criminally inclined or possessed by demons; but they are definitely gifted in the art of escapism. Sometimes we find them laying outside their yard, right next to the fence. The look on their faces at these times seems to say “It’s not that we don’t like our yard, we just refuse to be imprisoned.” Truth be told, they DO return home every night and sometimes HOME even means they go back into their yard somehow.

Somehow seems to be the key word here. SOMEHOW they get out, but we can’t figure out how. SOMEHOW they get back in when they want to, but again, we can’t figure out how. Of course, we need to figure out how to keep them in one place SOMEHOW, but the solution keeps eluding us SOMEHOW. Admittedly, the situations that arise as a result of their escapes SOMEHOW tend to end up being a bit on the funny side. From misguided attempts at befriending the ferile cats and other animals to inadvertanly finding themselves in the wrong pens. Annie and Lucy for example, have learned that Hansel (Our male pig) is ALWAYS “in the mood” and has no reservations against “sharing the love” with anything that ventures into his territory.

The most recent situation, this morning’s escape, left Murray somehow inside the chicken coop with apparently no idea of how to get out. I’m not really sure I can explain what a surprise it was to open the coop and find him laying there with a look on his face that clearly expressed “I didn’t do it!” Of course, a little more humor was added to the scene when I went to pull him out of the coop and discovered he was actually laying on four brown eggs.

So my question to everyone is how do you keep your goats the right place and more importantly… what color eggs do your goats lay? 

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