This is not the first, second, or even third time, and likely not the last time.
I can't write a caption for this, because seeing Tasha's head, so very committed to being stuck inside that bucket... well, it leaves me with too much to say, then speechless with laughter.
My brother Hans, and his wife, Gretchen, came by the other evening. They met the goats, Tasha and Ada. We hung out and caught up, and laughed at the antics of our funny ungulate sisters. It will be a while before we can all get together again... until then, I'll be keeping Hans in my best thoughts. I want to believe, that like Tasha, he won't find any trouble he can't get out of with a little help from his friends, and when he's home again we can all have a good laugh over life's absurdities.