From my window

At driveway's entrance, I see the goat kids are vexing their mothers by going out the small crack between the gate and post, to stand on the wrong side. Mamas can't fit through. And babies won't go further without them. So they call to each other. And Rosie barks in alarm from inside her own fence. I consider going out to herd them back when I see a child in black cape, with a tall scythe/ spear/ lance? appear, pushing babes back through the crack, fussing for them to go. He has a new haircut. He had seen from up the hill. Our neighbor Caleb. On duty even when he isn't. Love him. And his costumes.