Pete's big hurry

Yesterday's post, A really fast goat, showed a twenty-three second video of one of my goat boys, Pete, running faster than I've ever seen a goat run. What used to be a slow and peaceful walk back to the goat house every morning has now become a flat out sprint for Pete. What wasn't mentioned in yesterday's post, however, is that he is not sprinting back to the goat house.

Somewhere along the line, Pete has decided he much prefers racing to the human house and peering through as many windows and doors of the house as he can before the farm girl (a.k.a: me) can catch him:

Reggie, once he catches up, is only too happy to join Pete in his peering. It starts at the kitchen door:

Every time I am within grabbing distance of a red or blue collar, off they trot, giggling madly, to another window. Here's the bedroom door:

And the living room door:

And finally, the front door:

Though, by this point, Reggie's pretty much finished with window peering and prefers to perch regally on a rock that allows him to look out over the pasture:

There are hazards to goat window peering, however:

Roxy always volunteers for clean-up duty, but I don't appreciate her style of clean-up:

So I just use a broom, instead:

At least we're all getting our exercise this winter.