I went out to let the goats out for their afternoon of grazing wherever they want, and poor little Angel (Willow’s twin brother), burst out of the barn with a bloody horn.  I have no clue how he managed to break it, but here it is, in all its bloody gory.

John held him while I have him a tetanus shot (he’s only had one CDT) and applied bloodstop and UltraBoss to keep flies away.

I must admit he is not a tame little buckling at all.  I had to actually force his mouth open to give him a peanut because he would not take it from me.  He promptly spit it out and then picked it up off the floor and gobbled it down.

I have to go figure out what he got caught in, and it’s time to distribute the fly predators, also.