The installers for the soapstone were here today. "Ma'am? There's a goat in your yard" was not exactly what I expected to hear them say. I'm pretty sure it wasn't what they expected either seeing as how they are from the Chicago area and I'm certain that most of their customers don't have goats in their yard.
But today was just one of those kinds of days. Fortunately, they aren't our goats. They belong down the street. But today our yard must have been interesting.
Also, fortunately, they like to play follow the leader, and Vern was able to get them back home without any trouble.
Except for the part where we got charged by a goose, rammed by a goat, and stepped in goat poop.
Oh, and we got our soapstone counters too.
So I guess the day wasn't all bad.