The door was barely closed behind them when I heard neighbor Sandy frantically calling in through my front door. She had both my cherubs by the hand.
I went outside to see neighbor Sandy, neighbor Wanda, and this:
Now, I don't know if you can tell from the photos, but these guys aren't ... er ... fixed. Apparently, that makes them pretty mean. And, of course, as soon as the cherubs saw the billies, they made a beeline straight for them. Sandy corraled the girls to keep them from being bitten or butted.
I brought Bean and Cakes inside, making sure they were safely behind the storm door. Then, as neighbor Wanda tried to call Animal Control, the police, the fire department, anyone that would come herd some goats and take them away, I ran inside to get my camera. My first thought after my children's safety was, "Ooo! Great blog post!" After taking some pics, with the zoom, I ran at them, yelling, "Ya, goats!" to get them out of our workshop.
They wandered over to our gardens, but Uncle Matt shooed them away. Then, they headed to neighbor Doug's house, where Doug's dog sent them scrambling for cover. They eventually ended up back in neighbor Sandy's yard, where they will probably remain until her dog, Dodge, comes home from the groomer's. At that point, Dodge will make certain that those goats are far away from our homes and our veggies.