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Day Two

17 May

Remember I thought I had the goats in for a day or two.  Well, about the time that post was going up, I was once again trying to get goats in.  You see, I did go out the next morning and find the place on the back fence where they were getting out.  The problem is there were like three big areas I needed to fix.  My son had my truck, so it had to wait.

I had to set up the two big chunks of panel and added another to the right in the picture.

As the post was going up the other day, the goats had made it all the way across the corn field and up by the buildings.  They were about a quarter of a mile away.

They ate their way through the grassy patch between the two parts of the field. The day before when they were out, they went the other direction where there isn’t a drop of grass–just tilled field.

It’s a good thing I have a big mouth because when I yelled, “Hey, goats!” they came back home.  It did take a bit more work (and yelling) to get them to go back along the fence and go under it to get back where they belonged.  Myson really looked like he would have preferred I opened a gate for him so he didn’t have to limbo under the fence (brat).


But everyone finally made it back onto the farm, and this time, they went back through the gate onto the front part of the pasture and the llamas were there, so I could  shut everyone off that part until I got it fixed.   And thank goodness the llamas weren’t out.  The goats are homebodies.  They’d have been back by evening anyhow; I’m not so sure the llamas would do that.

Maybeline and Odie

Luckily, the neighbors are nice.  They did try to find out if they were my goats or if someone else had gotten goats, but they decided to just let them hang out instead of calling me because they were okay with them munching.  I do appreciate that, but I’d prefer my bratty goats stayed home.  They thought they had about fifty goats there, but if you count the kids, it was closer to seventy-five goats out roaming.

Milo on the rock (Ruby in front)

I still don’t understand why they would leave the lush Back Forty with trees and rocks to climb on and water to drink.  Why?

Just because they can is probably the correct answer.  But (at least as of my writing this) we are on day two of staying where they belong!

Another Weekend Project

11 Mar

I had two goals for the first weekend of spring break:  building a fence to prepare for kidding and cleaning out the north stall of the garage.

I am so tired of my garage being a barn.  Even though I’m cleaning out half of it, the other half is still barn because we have rain in the forecast for this week of kidding.  I might need it.  Anyhow, I got my wheelbarrow out and started scooping while everyone was in pasture so I could leave my big red gate open.


I kid you not, I had only taken one load to the compost pile when the llamas came up from pasture.

Odie and Aurora


Of course, they thought they had to check it out.  That meant opening and closing the gate every time I went through it both directions.

Then the goats came up, and my path to the compost pile filled up with obstacles.

Did I mention the wheel on my wheelbarrow is flat and I need to go to town before I can fix it?  Despite all the drama, I did manage to get the job done over the weekend!

Bob telling me where I needed to do more cleaning.

Now I can put my car in there again.

2018 Ford Fusion

It’s a new-to-me car!  Yay!

Still More Pasture Scenes

26 Feb

Yes, I’m still using pictures from that epic walk in pasture.


Maisie, Uno and Coral

Casey and Moose playing

Pistol and the llamas



Pistol and Antigone




We’ll see if I can squeeze out any more posts from that weekend.