We had to hobble our goats. They’d figured out how to climb over the snow banks and jump the fence, and once they’d tasted freedom, they were sold on it.
We’d see them in the yard and the boys would go out and chase them back across the snow banks. But once they started getting on the highway, we had to do something more drastic.
Let’s just say duct tape was involved.
It was hard for me to watch the hobble-y ones at first. They stumbled and hopped awkwardly and they bellowed that weird, otherworldly goat bellow.
But you know, it didn’t take long before they were able to get around quite well. Not like goats are supposed to be, but they adapted, and they were safe.
There’s a pile of sermon-y life lessons in there. I’ll let you find your own.