Well, life here is never boring, and even after all these years of keeping animals (35 years with goats) it never ceases to amaze me what they get up to,
This afternoon, I was on my way to get the barrow to start mucking out, and could hear the week old kid bleating. Thought I had best take a look, so went down the field .....to find the kids mum on the field shelter roof

She had scaled the high board across the front of the field shelter .,....then must have realised she had left the kid behind. So, she must have stood on the dry stone wall behind the sloping roof and jumped on. When I got there, she was peering down into the shelter at the kid. Both were bleating, which set all the goats off. Then the nanny did a dance across the shelter roof.
I rang my hubby trying to make him undertand, above the noise of the goats bleating and the nanny racing up and down the roof. I was concerned she would jump off the highest point, but hubby was just concerened she would wreck the roof of the new shelter!! He raced home, but Molly jumped off before he arrived.........
How she got over the high board is a mystery, but we have now put chicken wire across the top, to stop her repeating the exeercise.
Many years ago, my British Alpine nanny took her two small kids on to the farmhouse roof, via a lean to behind the house, and they spent half an hour racing back and forth on the slates .....much to my uncles horror. He never let me forget my unruly goats!!!!