I was not planning on blogging again this quickly, but my goat made me do it. Here is how we found Brown Sugar this afternoon:
His head is inside a chicken’s nest box. Not sure why or how, but this is what it is like when you own goats.
I saw the neurosurgeon this morning. He feels the degenerative disc disease is the cause of my symptoms, I do not need surgery yet, and next I am going to get a steroid injection in my back.
Owning goats is like living with the Three Stooges.
Seems like it!
Oops! I’m sure he had a good reason. Cute picture!
There was only shavings in there so not sure about his reason.
I’m glad you are getting the steroid injection. My brother, and a sister in law had that done and it helped immensely.
Love the silly goat photo. It was very entertaining.
I hope it helps me too. You must have Internet again!