I had a few minutes to spare this morning, so I thought I'd try for some sheep shots. I went out in the paddock with the sheep and goats and sat down. Clem and Blue, the sheep, came up to visit.
While I was distracted by the sheep, the goats shoved open the now-unlatched door and high-tailed it into the open barn for chicken feed and further adventures. See Amelia as she scoots past us?
|Amelia's high tail, right under Clem's nose.|
So that's one difference. Our sheep are sociable. Our goats, bless their sneaky little hearts, are wild children, every one of them.
It's not as though the sheep don't enjoy their food. They do. They certainly do. See? Here's everyone eating. Nom nom.
That's another difference, though. The sheep are the ones up to their ears in hay. The sheep bury their faces to eat. Their world shrinks to nothing but the food. The goats, on the other hand, keep their eyes clear and their ears free at all times, food notwithstanding.
The better to take advantage of unsuspecting goatkeepers obviously.