that's a bad billy

You wouldn't believe the morning {or the last hour} I've had, well maybe...no, no you wouldn't.
I just finished untangling one of the billy goats from the hog fence. His horns were caught and because of this he tried to free himself, only to tear down five panels of fencing in the process. Now mind you, I had been running errands all morning so there's no telling how long he had been tangled up.

When I pulled up our dirt road all I could make out was a strange looking goat on his front quarters all bent over, with what looked to be his head stuck in the ground {you know like an ostrich} and bellowing like there was no tomorrow. Once I could make out what was going on I ran up into the field to help him out, okay so maybe run is too strong a word.

If it weren't for the fact that I felt so sorry for this old boy I would have run to get my camera and take pictures. Instead I did the next best thing and freaked out on the phone to Bri. I was so out of breathe from running {humor me} up into the field that he thought the house was on fire. No it's just a goat with his horns stuck in a fence silly and nobody here but little old me to untangle this beast, who by the way was sitting on top of the fence he tore down.

This is the most action we've had on this little farm since the weather warmed up!
Anyone who can blog this moments after it happened with fresh goat poo still on her boots deserves a farm girl award if you ask me...I will have to go make one!