Near where I grew up there was a churchyard on a steep slope and the plants were kept down by a nanny goat and her latest kid.

She was quite small for a goat and used to stand on the gravestones, all four feet in line, in order to do the surveying of the horizon thing. I don't know how she got up there, I only saw her up or down, not in between. She could turn around up there too.

Anne the Pleater :ootd: