As many of you know we have had 2 goats, my sweet old ladies, as I call them. They were our kids last 4-H goats and were 15 and 16 years old(absolutely ancient for a goat). A couple weeks ago Oreo, the black and white goat died peacefully in her sleep after strolling around the farm the day before. This has left Chocolate, the brown and white goat on her own. Goats are herd animals. Last weekend we finished some work outside and headed into the house through the sunspace, first Jim, then me, our kitty Skagit came rushing in followed closely by Bear our dog and of course, Chocolate. I had to close the door on her because even I can’t have a goat in the house. It was just so sad. So we have become Chocolate’s herd. Most days we leave her pen open and she spends the day in the yard, following Jim around or trying to be Bear’s new best friend. So when you come for your eggs or onions don’t be alarmed if a rather large goat greets you in the parking area. She’s quite harmless and loves a bit of scatch between her horns.