Apparently DST is unpopular in my barn. That's right, the goats have registered an inaudible, but very loud complaint. No, I'm not suddenly translating the Maa-Maa's of the goat's into English.
The goats have learned to turn on the barn light. I kid you not.
I blamed my husband. I fingerpointed toward the sleeping children in the upstairs bedrooms. But no, clearly, the goats have learned to turn on the barn light.
That's certainly one way to register a complaint.