In The Groove

Well, the goats have finally happily settled into their new quarters.  The Wind and Rain last night persuaded them that it is a good home.  This morning Echo would only poke her head out from under the overhang and "meh heh heh" very gently at me as I came down the stairs.  She is too dainty to step out in the damp, you know.  Nutmeg ran around in circles, knowing that my pajama-ed, chore-booted appearance meant breakfast.  I gave them their ration, fresh water, saw with great satisfaction that their hay basket was almost empty and rubbed their heads.  I think we've finally settled into the groove here.  We finally know what we're doing.

I think.