He has escaped twice in the last twenty four hours. Both times he heads straight for the pasture where all the lovely does are feeding. Luckily he hasn’t gotten inside the electric fence yet.
We put him in a pen last night, and he wailed mournfully for hours. Then he began plotting to get his freedom back. Just a push here and a tug there, and he popped the corners of the pen out. I wondered why he was so quiet.. – because he wasn’t there!
The poor guy was like this last year too. He’s always ready long before I want his services. Sorry Edgar, you have to wait until November.