“So she be but little, she is fierce” Midsummers Night Dream

Some weeks ago I saw posts from locals reporting a goat on the loose in a forested area in the Shire

A lady came home to find the goat in her garden. When she opened the door, the little goat raced in and lay on her bed!

Securing her for the night she posted, certain the goat was a loved pet who would be quickly claimed.

Despite wide sharing in the community noone came forward, and so the goat came into the care of the Shire.

Eight days passed ..nothing..and so it was concluded the little one had been abandoned to her fate.

And so she came to us.

Tilly…. tiny, chubby, fluffy. Full of the joys of life. She is now in charge of the special needs sheep yard, is a sweet companion to the elder Giselle the goat.

On tough days, cold days, hard days, she is a ray of sunshine and makes me break into a smile.

Their loss is our gain.