Last night we went out to do chores and Spark got out the door first. He starts yelling to hurry the goats are in the garden. There is a gate from the corral to the garden that is on hinges that will come off by lifting up on the gate. The goats have learned that if they stick their head in the spaces in the gate that they can lift the door off the hinges. I say goats here because we didn't see exactly who did it, and I don't want to point any fingers. but Millie was the scoundrel the last time this happened. Last night though, even the little Desdemona was trying her head at getting it off when we were trying to get it back on. We had a heck of a time getting them out of the garden and then when we were trying to tie the door down they were biting at our fingers, clothes and the bailing twine we were using to foil their efforts. This morning when Dad got home from work he put this big wood piece on the gate before they got to go back out there. Today they are spending a lot of time trying to figure out how to get this gate off and get back to dinning on our beans. Maggie, who must be more of a foreman, has spent a better part of the day standing on a mound dreamily gazing at the tasty greens on the other side of the fence. I had to take all these pictures from quite a ways away or they come running over to the side to see what snack they are going to get. Like this.