Well,
Anyone would think that the three new big rocks I've put in the goat pen today were neon, flashing, foul-scented, ticking bombs!
All three backed away, Cesar the billy got all "snorty" and then ran round the fence line like a fool,
Geraldine called her baby to her, and they stood well back, heads down having a sniff from a distance!
I went out and watched, after a while it was little Willow who went first ... gentle sniff, one foot out to the smallest rock.
Then her mum came to have a look, neck stretched out like a giraffe to sniff them.
Cesar (big wuss!) took abit longer.... but by the time I came in, he was stood up on the rocks like the king of the castle, Gera was bored and back to hay rack, and Willow was trying to chew them!
sometimes... I wonder why I bother!