When Life Gives You Lemons

We arrived home today to find a broken window in our basement, courtesy of one of our horned goats.

 My guess is Gerda. The other day, she ripped one of the window screens with her horn. 

Thankfully this window is double paned, so only the outside pane broke (its integrity had been compromised already; some time ago, a lawnmower kicked up a rock that cracked it). 

As you can see from the above picture, the goats had also stripped the bark from one of the backyard trees we had planted in the past year. It's toast. No recovery from damage like that. G bent the tree so the goats could eat the leaves before the tree dies.