Really, can you blame them? Just a couple short days ago they were nibbling on pasture grass. Today they are eating dry hay. A couple of day ago they were sunning themselves on the deck. Today they are laying on a bale of hay out of the cold wind and off the cold ground. We are all pretty sure that when they come out to greet us, they are saying, "Where did the sunshine go?"
When the Wife strapped on the snowshoes to take the goats on a walk they looked at her with eyes that said, "Is this what we have come to? You expect me to...what?"
When the Farmer's Daughter and the Pied Piper went out to milk the goat she tentatively got on the stand and looked back at them as if to say, "You warmed your hands, right?!"
Everything moves a bit slower in the cold. The goats are nice and insulated between the forage from the woods, the pasture and the chicken feed they gorged on when Dear Farmer forgot to cover the bucket. Their winter coats have grown in nice and thick, thanks to the alpine heritage. They really are ready for winter. However, I think they are praying for a quick spring with the rest of us.
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