When we returned from our holiday a few weeks ago it was strangely quiet in the garden. Apart from the rumble of trucks out the front door and the yipping of the yappy dogs next door, there was a sound I was missing... crowing.
Seems while we were away, someone in the neighbourhood made a complaint to the council about the noise from Mr P's roosters (remember they were mine originally).
So he ate them.
Then I started to hear another sound coming from Mr P's vacant block that sounded like a baby. Seems the goats have been doing the Spring thing and have delivered themselves a lovely little kid.
We're still in naming discussions and I can't comment on her personality yet 'cos she's just settling in and a bit nervy. But she's very friendly and loves a cuddle and comes when she's called.
I don't think I'm going to get much work done today with this little fuzz ball to keep me happy.