Everyday "the boys" (our baby goats) come outside to get some exercise and wear off some energy so they can be nicer to each other. A lot like kids need to do when they get squirrelly. The boys are over by the corral and Dancer yells "The boys are eating the hostages!" "What" queries The Dad. "The hostages, the boys are eating them" she yells again starting to run across the yard at the goats. "Do you mean the hostas?" "Yeah, whatever they are called" she shouts over her shoulder as drags the boys away and saves the
hostages hostas. Of course, they ran right back so we took the opportunity to snap a picture since there wasn't much greenery left by this time.