When Vesla had finished eating the clematis on either side of the gate,
she went and hung around with Holly.
For a fastidious eater like Vesla there’s not a whole lot of opportunity at the moment. Most of the food is buried in the snow.
Misty – who will eat almost anything – worked on the beech hedge. Its leaves from last year hold tight until the new ones are fully out, some time in early May.
The hedge is twenty-something metres long. It’s a big job really for one goat to demolish the whole thing, but she’s goat enough to give it a shot.
A Bad Guide 
Very brave and adventurous of the incorrigibly ougoing Misty.
Recalls the springtime (was it?) series on the clambering over fence barriers.
Put these goats in Monument Valley and John Ford could have had ’em climbing over formidable buttes and mesas, were there by chance an edible bush or leaf to be found at the top.
(But would Misty have licked John Ford’s trousers?)
Topsy would lick anyone’s trousers, but perhaps not Misty. Yes, she is an outgoing goat. They all are really.
Would it be inappropriate to say that I would love to give Misty a pat on the buttocks? Those last two photos are very tempting…
But no, better not say anything. (Is this blog suitable for all ages or with parental guidance?)
Oh I think all ages are familiar with buttocks. I’ll just say that if you saw them up close you might prefer to start at the other end.
Would you say goats are inquisitive creatures? Are they on a par with cats?
Goats are VERY inquisitive and they don’t mind who knows it, you wouldn’t catch a goat holding a pair of binoculars behind the net curtains; if you’ve got something they haven’t seen before they’ll want to put their nose right in it (and possibly eat it, if it’s made of metal).