"I think I'm getting the idea," he says, dryly. "But I can't name them all Goat, so..."

As they come around the side of the hut, the small herd of goats comes into view. There are six of them, of varying colors and sizes and coats, all busily grazing.

Bucky pulls his hand free and goes to a bin at the side of the hut. He pushes the lid aside and reaches in, coming out again with a scoop full of grain, then clicks his tongue.

One by one, the goats' heads come up and their attention settles on the humans as Bucky walks back to hand the grain to Sharon.

"Here."