Mr. Cotswold settled in and got frisky, so he has now been separated from the ewes. He immediately began working on breaking out of his new quarters, a pen built for tiny goats. The pen has now been reinforced and all he can do is give me–and the ewes–dirty looks for spoiling his fun. (We have to keep him separated from the Jacob ewes to avoid crossbreeding–Jacobs are smaller than Cotswolds and a Jacob ewe might die if she tried to carry a Cotswold ram’s baby.) He’s a pretty boy, though, isn’t he?