It was warm enough during the day for the ground to soften to mud.
Had visitors checking out Gizelle, the goat who hates being with goats.
Eight year old Finn walked Gizelle down, then back up the driveway on a leash ... probably didn't need the leash.
Four-year old Leaf scampered everywhere, leaving tiny footprints, which froze in time as the temps dropped.
Looks like my problem goat Gizelle will have a new home, as a brush-eating pet, hanging out with human kids rather than goats, as soon as the ground thaws enough for the family to set up fencing.
Doing things my way is usually frustrating, worrisome and painfully slow, but gratifying when it finally works out.