They weren't kidding with this sign. (Ha! Get it? Kid? Hardy har.)
Goats be CRAZY, yall! They attempted to eat all of the following items: our stroller (fabric, straps, wheels, whatever), my camera strap, the diaper bag, a diaper, a sippy cup, my jeans, Vivi's bracelet (which broke), Vivi's hair (and by hair I do mean scalp), Anderson's shoe, and my sunglasses. As well as anything else they could reach. Which was everything, because goats are ninjas. I didn't even have food in the stroller, I swear.
Then one got INTO the stroller.
Which Anderson thought was about the funniest thing that ever happened in his life, until later when a kangaroo took a sip from his sippy cup. For real.
The baby bunnies were more Vivi's style.
Just guessing, but I think if my kids had to make a list of their favorite things, 'taking pictures with mommy' would come in around #879. And that's probably an optimistic estimate.