Bleat Bleat ...Booom!

 In an effort to downsize we only have 9 pygmy goats on the pretence that smaller means less work and less damage when they inevitably explode. So here we have a pic of a highly volatile situation of the med bay containing 8 UXGs (unexploded goats) The reason for their confinement (normally they are long range, three are uber long range) was that the herd leader Autumn, she who is addicted to fence and the cause fo many a tramp uphill to extract her from her latest fix, was found headfast under the "mobile shelter". Mobile in this case means move it if you have a crane big enough.

Thinking she was suffering from hypothermia, as the day she chose to get stuck was the first night we had a frost, yours truly carried the stricken beast back to base and placed her behind sand bags in the warm of the stable with a deep litter of straw and a few blankies to keep the chill off. The strength of her bleats of complaint gave some hope but by nightfall she duly exploded and ceased to be. Autumn has fallen. The others ran riot after the all clear and are now back out foraging. Or are they........?