However, it meant most of my gang was single-file trekking. Any travel off the beaten path, was difficult. Since the goats couldn't or wouldn't get off the trail, they ended up being major traffic stoppers.
Kyle and Kennedy insist on trying to be ahead of the herd, but they also stop and block the path of travel. They would butt anyone who tried to pass them.
Due to an appointment, my husband was tasked with taking the gang for their daily walk.
I received an earful when I arrived home about how the goats are jerks and how he had to use a stick to keep them at bay.
He was later searching for electric cattle prods on Amazon in hopes of giving Kyle and Kennedy an attitude adjustment.
Meanwhile, our trail also provided a pathway from some wild critters as well.
While a few deer used our path, the tracks of coyote, fox and turkey could be seen walking on top of the snow.
The deer, like us, were stuck trying to traverse through the cold crusty layers.
There were bare patches in the woods were the deer were trying to dig up some food.
Of course these fight scenes provided for some interesting action shots.
I posted a series of doggy battle shots on Facebook and netted some "likes" and "lols."
One shot in particular(below) seemed to get more interest than other.
I hadn't really paid attention to the whole photo and was just focusing on Sadie's expression. After several comments, I looked closer to see Clem's snout firmly gripped in Sadie's jaws.
That must have been the yelp I heard before I stepped in and refereed.
Sure enough the wild fowl were spotted ahead crossing our path, but they didn't stick around for a good photo opportunity.
A check of the trail cameras yielded a whole flock of turkeys gathering on the neighbor's pond.
Nonetheless, I had to go through hundreds of photos to even view the turkey pictures.
There must have been a few windy days last week. There were more than 200 frames of the "dancing twig" or rather a tree branch I've been meaning to move out of the camera's range of focus.
Meanwhile as temperatures warmed, the single-lane restrictions could soon be lifted.
Walking on a melting path was somewhat almost like a dance. The steps went something like