...by a goat!
Archie is up to his antics again. And this time the vinegar wasn't a deterrent at all. He came at me full speed, head down, ready to rumble. Luckily, I was carrying a bucket of water. This morning our wind chill temperatures hovered around 0 degrees. In fact, I had to thaw the lock on the gate in order to get INTO the goat pen. So wearing that bucket of water was not going to be pleasant for my goatie. And no, I didn't feel a bit sorry for him when I dropped the vinegar bottle and dumped the bucket of cold water over his head. I wish I had carried my camera with me this morning because the look of dismay on his face when he realized he was soaking wet was--priceless!!! He charged me all right, but he was the one who ended up paying!
Next trip to the farm town is going to find ME paying-for one very sweeeet cattle prod. If I have to, I'll charge it.