We recently moved June into a new pen, aka the garden that didn’t grow, so the goats wouldn’t grow fat on her feed. She is happy because she shares a fence with them. As she grows we will move her into a more permanent pen again. It struck me as we were walking 100 feet how like her we are….she willingly followed as long as the bottle was in her mouth and has never noticed the fences are flimsy and she could get out if she really wanted to. How Satan tempts us with “goodie” and how often do we live in and with fences of our own making?