I had to kick my yard goats out of the yard. When I went out to check my garden this morning, my peppers had been eaten. The plants were pretty leafless. On a good note, the goats didn’t eat the actual peppers, and I was able to chop and freeze about a gallon of bell peppers.
The only reason I hadn’t already returned the goats to the north part was the lack of shelter. Well, my son and nephew helped me put a Quonset hut in the north paddock, so it creates more shelter up there.
Sam is amazingly healthy considering how sick he was when I got home from Iowa City. When I moved him, I checked his eyelids, and they are bright red! Hilda seems to be doing well, and as long as she doesn’t pig out on corn again, she shouldn’t have diarrhea anymore. Hopefully Hazel has grown enough that she can’t get out anymore.
Fozzy Bear and Sugar were happy to be reunited. I’ll just keep an eye on Yolanda to make sure her brother being back with them doesn’t cause her not to get enough to eat.
Then there’s Millie. I left her in the yard. I could never kick her out.
I love my old lady, and I’ll let her decide if she wants to stay in the yard by herself (although she has company in the same building and across the fence, so she isn’t alone) or if she wants to go back up north.
Sharing with Alphabe-Thursday for the letter K. K is for kicked out!