This morning, upon entering the barn, I found the animals acting peculiar. Okay, actually, this is normal behavior, just a bit frustrating for the farmer since all were not doing what they are ‘suppose’ to.
The first act of nonsense was this young thing. Chai thinks she is still 18 inches tall and has to stand in the feeding trough to get to her food.
Then, her momma decides the Orchard Grass in the Llama Feeder is much tastier than the the grass in the 2 other goat troughs. Sigh.
Then, these Yay-hoos show up. This is a GOAT barn, people!
Oh, for all that is good in this world…that is not a chicken roost!
Our fearless guard llama is hiding around the barn because I walked past her while she was eating out of her trough. Oh, brother.
And here some chickens decide the dogloo is their personal hang out.
And lastly, why not eat the llama’s grass? It’s in the barn, isn’t it. And you said it was a GOAT barn.
And to all this tomfoolery, I just sigh. Apparently, I didn’t spell out the rules completely to these fine animals. It’s my fault really. If I had just been a better communicator.