He's a deer.
He's a deer that's been bottle fed for way too long.
Goat thinks Quin is his mommy.
Or maybe daddy?
He demands his bottle and if you don't go get it, he will try to eat you!
Or my roses.
He can't reach this one. It's the only one left.
Hmmmm. I Well I did have nice roses.
Kind of ironic. The child who rescued the deer bought me the rose bush 2 years ago for Mothers Day.
He thought his little brother needed something to do.
Goat roams around freely. He sleeps in the woods or the fields so he's not a pet.
But it is nice to see him come around every day, twice a day.
He's so sweet.
Have a great day!
Love, me
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