We stopped off to look at some pygmy goats in a field (where else?) on the way back from the open all hours tabac/bar/restaurant/grocers/breadshop (they also sell flowers).
And they had a look back at us.
I can't help but think that two of these (at least) would be just the thing.
I like goats. I've liked them ever since I fed one with a bottle of milk at Scarborough Zoo & Marineland. Since that day I have planned to have goats. Good job it wasn't an elephant I suppose.
TS says "goats? we can't even control four 'king chickens"
I have to agree having watched him from the kitchen window this afternoon trying to herd them back from the woods. Stick in hand, like a cross between the Little Goose Girl and One Man and His Dog (cum bye bup bup bup)