I thought you would like to know that this morning breakfast was not late. I know I, for one, was very happy about that. The goatmother walked into the barn this morning and, believe you me, she looked UP before she opened that grain room door.
The goatfather, who is much taller than the goatmother, came out to check in the old chicken coop on the top shelf to see if the bat had flown away during the night. Sure enough he was gone. Whew! I am quite sure he has gone out to start a bat blog. The first entry will be the tale of the day he was knocked out of bed and experienced his first daylight hours shuttle launch. Houston, we HAVE a problem!