Anyone driving past Cam's place might wonder which planet this animal with strange antennae came from, and rightfully so. Ginger is a new acquisition for my friend. She is a significantly undersized Alpine goat who, unfortunately, had not been dehorned (polled). It's also unfortunate that her prior owner did not teach this little girl good manners.
Ever see a goat wink? Probably no more often than seeing a goat with such a fancy headdress. Ginger was allowed to develop the bad habit of butting and hooking with her horns, and tennis balls held on by duct tape are Camille's protective solution. Being the artistic sort, Cam gussied them up with a covering of colorful tape. The horns have very sharp points that could really do some damage.
Ginger was meant to be a companion, a buddy, for Shadow, the mini-donkey, but she's being acclimated to her new surroundings and supplemented diet before Cam will put the pair together.
Strange sights are not uncommon in these hills, but admittedly Ginger is one of the strangest.