O.K. ohiogirl, this was my first sleepout with the two young boer goats I started out with four years ago:
Gyro and Ouija were from a herd of meat goats, raised by their dams, but were chosen to be my pack goat buddies at four months because they were so friendly by nature. So of course after spending their next four months as the only goats with me, they were really bonded to me and wanted to always be right next to me. My husband and I have a peice of property in the redwoods we camp at, and we were spending the night there, the first night out for the baby goats. And our first night out with baby goats. So when it was time to go to bed they followed me down to the tent by flashlight. I knew not to let them in the tent because I read the book. I unzipped the tent, went inside with the flashlight, and zipped it back up with them outside, thinking they would settle down next to the tent because they would hear and smell me, and know I was in there right next to them.
Ha! they couldn't see me so they started to panic. they started to bleat and yell frantically, so I called back to them from inside the tent. they stopped, listening, then one of them figured I was buried in an avalanche and started digging at the side of the tent with his front hooves to save me! I had to unzip the door, shine the flashlight on my own face, and talk to them for a long time before they could remember that it was O.K., I was still right there, they just couldn't see me. they settled down outside the tent but directly in contact with me sleeping on the other side of the tent cloth. Much cud chewing noise all night, but they were so warm.
Ali