Goats know, I tell you. They just know.
I haven't even told the chickens, yet. There's no ribbon for sixth place. What if they ask to move to another coop, lay eggs for another backyard chicken blogger?? I think it's best if we just hide the newspapers, turn off the radios, and let this news day pass. Some new event is bound to come along, then we can forget all about this little embarrassment. Don't worry. We'll be fine. Really.