I was out buying a birthday present for my niece: she's going to be two though it looks like the really cool toys start happening at three if you go by the age recs. Anyway, I was driving home and realized I hadn't seen the head-butting pygmy goats out by the farm in quite a while. The last few times I'd driven the back way home, it had been past their bedtime, so they were in for the night.
As I neared the farm today, I slowed down and got to see three multi-colored pygmy goats standing in a little triangle all wagging their tails. "Little goats!" I exclaimed according to my recent custom. Hanging out in the small grassy field on this blue sky-puffy cloud day, they looked happy.