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A couple of weeks ago, we had taken Glory Bee out of the goat yard, along with the sheep (who went down to the meadow bottom), so that we could recover the goat yard for its intended purpose. Goats. SURELY Glory Bee was weaned by NOW.
Uh, no.
So, tired of the bad baby stealing my milk, today we brought her down to the meadow bottom. We’ve tried to take Glory Bee to the meadow bottom before, and she got out. This time we took her to the most secure field, the first field, where there are no creek crossings. We brought her a brand new round bale and everything.

As soon as we got down there, it started pouring down rain.

We had to hide in the old sheep shelter, waiting for the storm to pass. It never did pass, so I finally traipsed back up the hill in the rain.

Meanwhile, Glory Bee knocked down the field fence and got out again.
Okay. Next time. We’re getting another charger and putting electric inside the perimeter of the field fence in the first field.
And maybe putting up concrete block all the way around and putting her in a straight jacket.
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She has always been crazy about the babies, but this year is worse than ever.
I think the hot wire inside the perimeter is a good idea with GB.
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