"I'm a brother shamus!"

As of 10:30 PM the goats were not using their shelter tonight. Instead, they're huddled up against the brick house, directly under Taylor's window. There's enough overhang from the roof above to keep the first 3 or 4 feet protected from rain. My guess is that our new Goat Mariot has a leak, or several leaks.

Closer inspection revealed that their TempurPedic cargo palette under the shelter was indeed damp. The roof must be saturated with water and dripping all over the interior. I assume a simple tarp would solve the problem. Besides a chance of rain tomorrow evening, the weather looks dry for the next week or so. Should be enough time to dry everything out again.

Last night, after Dusty's hairdo finally evolved into something similar to a young, '02 World Cup Landon Donovan. (With Kev's help, as is the case when friends shave friends' heads, the process took a detour through the Kenny Powers set on the way to the finished product.)

How is Dusty's scalp relevant to urban goat ownership? Well, you can strike "human hair" off your list of things you thought goats would eat. With this much goat-human interaction, we're bound to come across plenty more outlandish offerings. For example, according to Willy and Taylor, goats are simply not interested in over ripened bananas. Dora, on the other hand, would be quick to tell you that my goats enjoy the taste of her prized gardenias and ginger lilies.