With over 70 kids born this season, in addition to the 43 adult goats, our barn has been bursting at the seams for several months. One group of escaped kids has even taken over the hayloft, which John finally just let them have. Standing inside the barn we can hear their hooves rumble overhead as they race around the scattered hay bales. We call them our “feral runaways.”
Goats are extremely susceptible to illness in cold weather, which is why they spend the long winter months indoors. Plus they really don’t like being the slightest bit wet, so snow is not their preferred ground cover.
It might sound a but harsh to keep 120-plus goats cooped up inside the barn for months. But they really don’t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact today, when John opened the pasture doors for the very first time this year, most of the goats walked to the entrance, sniffed the air, and ambled back to their pens.
So John and I helped usher them out the door. Soon they were grazing and nudging the ground seeking out whatever early vegetation they could find. The kids are all small enough to slip under the fence, so of course they made a beeline for the formal garden and the spring bulbs. Luckily they’re still small enough to spook into running back to their mothers.