There are five acres of things to chew on here, including two bowls of untouched four-way sweet grain and alfalfa pellets, and what do the two pygmy goats decide they *must have* this morning? The house. Siding and window trim, to be precise. If we get through this day with all three of us still standing this side of the grave, it will be undeniable proof that a streetwise god intervened.
