We spent a gorgeous afternoon at Maymont. When we got home, Thea and I spent time reconstructing our visit like so:
Me: What did the goats say?
Thea: Gate! Gate! Gate!
Me: Did the goats go through the gate?
Thea: Run! Run!
Me: The goats ran through the gate?
Me: To get their dinner?
And, in fact, they opened the gates to the goat pen just after we arrived. The goats ran down a sidewalk to the barn to get their dinner.
The walking did not wear her out. We're well into hour two of trying to get her down tonight. (Hour two of night two, in case you think we're relaxed and rested.)