The goats needed some feed intervention, their cupboard being bare.

So a plan was hatched to relocate them to the pig pen where the weeds, incidentally their favourite snack, grow tall.

Happy goats.

Not so happy Goat Herd, though.

I’m still not quite sure how I ended up on the ground (Marilyn is pleading the fifth) but at least we’re au fait with the whole RICE procedure.

Lets hope this enforced sitting around is fleeting.