I'll be brief since I still need a shower and I'm beat. I went out to milk this morning and found that the goats had managed to get into a sack of goat feed. It looked like they'd eaten about 20lbs when I found it.
DH saw me struggling to get a sack out of the loft this weekend and stacked a couple of bags on a shelf in the barn to help me out. He didn't realize that Kat can (and did) reach the edge of that shelf from one of the stalls.
So it was probios and baking soda for everyone. Then an hour or so of chopping limbs and tossing them into the fence. I figured more fiber the better. Phoebe has the worst case of the runs, followed by Scilla, Magnum, and Kat. Onyx and Trixie seemed to have had a little sense and didn't over-indulge. And Bogo, well, he's just Bogo.
The good news is that none of them are as bad off as Kat was the time she got into chicken feed. They've been eating hay and leaves all day, they just look a bit....hung over. Party animals.