I approached the escapee with the usual weapon–a cookie. One of my special reserved four-month-old Christmas tree cookies that I keep in a dwindling stash for desperate occasions. There is a spot where the ground slopes at the gate to the goat yard. We’ve had escapee problems there before. We have a piece of wood fashioned to plug up the gap due to the slope, but every once in a while the goats manage to work it loose and push it down. Leave it to the fattest goat in the goat yard, Nutmeg aka Rotunda, to make it happen. She’s a notorious escaper. (See Escaped Goat Leads Stringtown Farmer on Slow-Speed Chase.)
I got her back in and put a temporary block on the gap until 52 can fix it better.
And seriously, look at that! She’s sticking her tongue out at me!!!!!