Now if you look closely at my outdoors family, you'll clearly see that none of them are underweight. This is what happens when I ring the dinner bell. The girls come barreling in from the overgrazed pasture and the goats (the boys) go mad as I walk towards them with a flake of hay. Everyone gets breakfast as well mind you and clearly none of them are starving. They just crack me up. I know they're all thinking, "Hurry up, you jerk, we've been waiting all day for dinner!" "It's hard work milling about the pasture and lounging in the straw!"