My african pygmy, Mack, gets out of his pen ever single time. Leave him out, and he'll bleat for about an hour, then... silence. A quick glance out the window confirms he's no longer in his pen, and a longer glance confirms he's either on the porch eating sweet feed or in the front yard eating grass. Tomorrow's project... a thorough security exam of his pen.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
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