Three Little Pigs...Oops I Mean Goats!

The bottle babies are growing like mad! They have also been escaping and though everyone that comes over fawns over them and says how cute they are, for me their cuteness factor wears off around 8 P.M. after the last feeding. That's when after 3 or 4 times of chasing them back to the barn when they insist on following me to the house my patience runs a little thin!

Well hubby has fixed that! He overlapped another panel along the bottom of the fence and it cut the holes they were able to sneak through in half.
My sanity has been restored... for now.