It's the time of year for baby goats – kids – at my sister's farm. They popcorn all over the place, all day, and at night they like to sleep in a heap. In the igloo. My sister happened to have a second-hand igloo-shaped plastic dog lair standing about. The kids sleep there every night. Their idea.
The mother goats are mildly concerned when their children vanish into the igloo. They peer and sniff, but they don't actually call the kids out.
“That's bizarre,” I said, when my sister showed me this.
“It's a den,” she said.
“Goats don't have dens,” I said.
“They do if they find one!” she said.