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I should know better. No matter how cute goats are, there is still a criminal mind lurking behind those floppy ears.

It all started with Ingrid Birdman (aka: Ingrid The Evil).  Ingrid has not softened her attitude toward her juvenile roommates.  She is, to put it bluntly, a bitch.  I tried putting them in a pen inside the bigger area to give her a chance to get used to them, but it's so hot in the barn during the mid-day hours that I don't like to leave them there. So I spent an entire morning tacking up plastic netting on top of the cattle panels to allow the chickens into the smaller goat paddock.  It sounded good in theory.  BUT . . .  I didn't factor in the goats . . .

  They immediately began to rip  up netting. Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! FUN!

 WTF??!!!

Goats! Goats! Goats!  They eventually lost interest and left the netting up.  I turned the chickens out.  Ingrid immediately mutated from innocent Little Red Hen to Lizzy Borden chasing family members around with an ax.

Evil Ingrid Attacks Victim

 Victim Flees

 "Where dat chikken go?"

Oh well, lesson learned. Clearly Ingrid doesn't want company. The young hens will be going back to Dear Friend's farm tomorrow.  Sigh . . .  At least Ingrid lays eggs, and entertains baby goats.