Disaster Strikes!

I started this late last night, but was too tired to finish it. Please read it as a Sunday, August 2, 2009, post!
It poured this morning. So hard that we realized that none of the animals would be going out to pasture. We aren't milking anyone yet, so we decided not to head out. Susan checked on them later and around 2:30 in the afternoon she let the sheep and goats out into their respective pastures.
This evening we got out to the farm around 8-ish. Susan was already there by the gate, waiting for us. We'd called her on our way out to come meet us. Guess who also met us at the gate? Prissy, Magic and Peaceful. And coming up from the side of the back pasture, from the woods, came Cocoa, Nana, Snowflake, and.....and....and....wait, where was Turtle? Turtle, as you may remember, is the baby girl goat, just four weeks old last Friday.
We called. We ran. We looked. It got darker. We checked the front yard fields. We checked with the sheep. We found out that the goats had broken the ring that the front yard fence was hooked to and that they pushed their way out. One mystery solved. We fixed it. We got flashlights. Susan kept saying she felt responsible and we kept telling her she wasn't. That didn't help any of us from being teary.
In the end, we decided Turtle, being a goat baby, must have hunkered down and kept quiet. Nana didn't realize she didn't have her baby girl until we'd gotten her back in the barn. Everyone was quiet, not even asking (mah-ing) for sweet feed. We think they knew Turtle was missing. Nana kept smelling Snowflake and trying to figure out why there was only one kid, not two.
We finally came back and went to sleep. We'll get an early start back to the farm. I hope we find her this morning. I hope nothing else found her last night.