We cornered him at the end of the alley where he was and while he made a half-hearted attempt at jumping the fence, Jordan leapt upon him and wrestled him to the ground while I danced around them saying, "oooh, Jordan, don't get hurt!" Jordan held him down while I slipped a rope around his neck and Jordan tried leading him with that, but when that didn't work out too well, he just took him by the horns and manhandled him into the pasture.
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Poor Gerbera never quite recovered from his weathering.
I think it's time to, seriously, reconsider his name.
Yes, Gerbera never forgave me for that and he was never the same from the moment he got home from the vet.
Gerbera can be called Jerry for short. I'm just used to calling him Gerbera Goat after all this time.
I always enjoy seeing the pictures and your comments about what's going on there. The birds, the goat and Jordan helping with the goat and all the many things he helps you with. I feel I have been there for a visit after I leave your blog.
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