When you spend enough time with animals, you start to truly understand them. Maybe it’s the barn fumes, but lately I feel like I can even hear what they’re saying.
Take our pet goats, for instance. As soon as the three of them see my husband and me preparing to move their fence to new pasture, they come bounding up to us with eager smiles, saying, “That looks interesting. Here, we’ll help.” The next thing you know, they’re weaving in and out between us, nibbling on the fiberglass posts, stepping on our feet and generally being more problem than solution.
