It was December 22nd and I was a little bit late to feed Rusty due to a National Junior Honor Society meeting. He heard the outside gate open and starting screaming his little head off at me. It's almost like he was saying "Hey! Hurry up and feed me!" I opened his pen and he ran right up to it and just stared at me. I sat down on the table he has in there, and he starting hitting me with his hooves. It looked like he was trying to dig into my skin. Then he started chewing on my shirt! He must've been really hungry! When I got up to get his food, he followed me out of the gate and stared at me while I got his pellets out of the bag. The lesson being, don't be late to feed your goat or they will never let you hear the end of it.