Not more than 30 second after this photo was taken, I got head-butted by this goat. His head, my butt. It wasn't overly malicious, but it wasn't gentle either.

Sister Helena, the Irish nun in charge of the farm and the internado it supports, (who I was photographing for Sister Damon's presentation in Rome this July about their community) told me that's quite normal -- "He's just reminding you who's in charge."

Knowing that and looking back at this picture, can you (like me) see the plans forming in his clever little goat mind?