They've got to go... them goat's...

I like having goat's at the bottom of the garden it's nice seeing there smiley faces popped through different levels of the back fence. You never know which level it will be, sometimes it's the bottom, then the top or in sheer desperation for something even yummier, the middle.  Which is a tight squeeze  for anybody because of the wire fence bit.

We have a lot of Strawberries in the garden and I don't always get to eat them before Mister Marvellous Mouse and friends (that's right they live in the Old Shepherds tumble down house). It has become a daily event who will get the strawberries first, will it be me or will it be them.

 I wait for the strawberries to ripen  in the sun looking all plump and juicy. I stand  and watch  from the kitchen window, looking, waiting ever so patiently for the correct juicy redness. Before gently picking them of their stalks.

 Sometimes I take my eye of them for just a second (as to be quit honest there is a lot to do here a furry cottage).  Or sometimes I even have to leave them over night just to plump up and ripen a little more.  Low and behold  however by next morning little mousey teeth marks have appeared in the plump, juiciest ones.

Mrs Goat  has been keeping a keen eye on the Strawberry saga with a deep interest as she has been benefiting from mousey teeth marked strawberries all week.  I throw the strawberries her way and she almost does acrobats to catch them. Mrs Goat does indeed love Strawberries. Her face is a delight to behold.

I was doing the throwing  of strawberries thing, when I felt a swirly twirl around me lower leg followed by a Miow.  As I looked down Miss Furry herself was standing with her hardest stare ever, almost with  her paws folded and with a what do you think you are doing look on her small dainty face.

Mrs Goat  made an audible gulped, and with an ooh this isn't going to go well look on her face... I said to Miss Furry, "stop staring at me so hard I am only giving the lovely sweet faced Mrs Goat the strawberries that Mister Marvelous Mouse has tasted."  The furry stare got harder at this point Mrs Goat started to back slowly away side stepping toward her shelter with a look of your on your own.

 I said and for some reason feeling a little guilty, " look you can't eat a strawberry with mousey teeth marks in can you, be reasonable"...

Miss Furry's tail went up straight  high  with a slight question mark shape on the end, followed by her nose  almost twice as high and with a swish and a flounce she walked back to the house.

" They've got to go them goats"... " that's just a furry liberty that, they are my strawberries them are"...