I wish I'd had a free hand to take a picture of the other goat's expressions, which said something like, "That is just so wrong!"
And started off down the driveway.
Past the chicken coop that they share with the snakes.
Text conversation with Absent Husband:
Me: The buzzards were circling, so I drug her down to the woods with the mower, which is now stuck in the sand.
Me again: Taking a shower now after dragging dead body.
Absent Husband: I'm sorry, but I am laughing.
Me: That's OK, yuck it up now because when u get home, u get to bury Beetlejuice and it will be my turn to laugh.