I thought Nutmeg was just playing with this bucket, then I realized it was stuck on her head and she was in real trouble. It was a very warm day yesterday so it was a good thing I spotted her and rescued her. The bucket must have fallen off the porch railing down into the goat yard. It was empty, yet it’s appealing, lingering scent of food must have drawn her to jam her entire head inside of it looking for perhaps a crumb at the bottom.
I’ll have to be careful not to put buckets on the porch railing anymore.
And Nutmeg, otherwise known as Rotunda, might reconsider her piggish ways.
Though probably she won’t. I’d better keep a better eye on the bucket.