After watching the Packers whoop another team, and it just being a cool and lazy Sunday, I thought it was high time to go and introduce myself to our new neighbors.
At first it sounded like a bunch of winy, crying toddlers had moved in but I was wrong.
They caught site of me...

...and made a very curious and quick trot out to meet me.
(fyi, goats do not jump fences and trample innocent women to death)

Is there a goat pecking order? If so, the all black one is head honcho.

These goats are so cute and very chatty. Very chatty and didn't want me to leave.

Even the head honcho begged me to stay a bit longer.
These cuties belong to a relation with the initials J and J... and are supposedly going to be a part of a new cheese shop, supposedly in a town with the initials S and B.
Go Pack.