Meet Sugar the goat. She belongs to my neighbor down the street. She made her first appearance when my builder's crew was sitting outside. She ran around the construction site and began eating the flagged markers that were staked. The unfazed hungry crew thought "lunch" and then helped to round her up for her owner. Didn't they think it was odd that a goat was a kept animal in the woods of northern Michigan? A farm maybe.... Sugar is like a dog. Whenever she hears people, our neighbor says she needs to go greet them. I asked my neighbor who lives in a small cottage - "how did you end up with a goat?" He said his granddaughter liked them on a visit to a friend so he took one home. Nice grandpa! I do like her and she's very friendly - but I am worried about the new trees we planted. Sugar always seems to be "getting away" and ends up at our place. This past weekend we "sugar proofed" the trees by putting an individual fence around them. We'll see what happens....
