Forgot to post these photos of the feeder. I added a rail to keep the goats from climbing into the feeder but it’s only partially effective. They still like to eat what’s in the back or top of a bale before going for the easily reaches food in the front. Don’t know exactly why that’s the case, but at least they aren’t throwing a third of a bale on the ground.
Flipping through my phone looking for an old photo and came across this one of Clyde. He can be a bit of an ass sometimes but he’s still one handsome billy goat.
Three-day weekend checklist complete. New goat feeder built and stocked with a bale of orchard grass. I have another bale of alfalfa that will go into the old feeder after I board up the door. The old feeder is going to be repurposed as feed storage. When the new feeder goes dry, toss a bale in from storage and then get another bale when it’s convenient for me, not for two hungry goats.
Yesterday we had a backyard party for my mother-in-law’s 102nd birthday. Her second cousin raises and trains service dogs. Corina is her current “student”. At only 6 months old, Corina is too young to be left home for a day of non-training so Julie brought her to the party. I planned to keep the goats in their enclosure so Corina and Pepper — our son’s dog — could play in the back forty, but when Corina was allowed back there she went straight for the goats. She wanted to play with these new “doggies” but B&C were not interested, at least not at first. After a few minutes of stamping their feet and dropping their heads to butt her, the goats realized Corina wasn’t going to get through the fence. Then it was time to sniff and nudge the black nose sticking into their home. Oddly, Clyde seemed more willing to smell Corina than Bonnie. It was almost like he detected her age and determined her low threat level before Bonnie did. In fact, I don’t think Bonnie ever really dropped her guard.
Ed
Contrary to popular opinion, Clyde will share his balcony.
