Rushing round in the gale force wind this morning,in and out of pens with breakfast dishes - went in put three tubs down, and only two heads went down. No Anna, the white goatling. Rushed outside in case she had slipped past me ...no. OMG someone has pinched my Anna I thought. Went back in, and then it dawned on me - I was actually in a pen with two adult females, not the goatlings. Phew!! That will teach me, having so many goats!!
Thinking logically, anyone who would walk down a steep field, steal one goat and walk all the way up again, in the torrential rain we had overnight, and the high winds - they would have to be mad, desperate or both!!