Christmas morning was beautiful in our neck of the woods.
It was a bright, sunny day.
The publicist brought us all down to our pens and then she went to get Luke the goat.
He was a bit of a rogue goat as he is wont to be.
He trotted over to the pine tree to nibble a bit.
It did lead to a very beautiful moment in the publicist's day....
She managed to click at the perfect time.
Aaaaaah, my studmuffin.
He then came running over to the publicist like a good boy.
And they went to his pen where he had his Christmas grain.
And all was right with the Farm.