Yes, that's a goat I'm walking. Our guy Milton has turned into quite the troublemaker lately. In addition to getting his head caught in the fence every single day, he has started ducking out of his pasture pen after just a few minutes of grazing to rampage through the strawberries. I've decided it is all just a desperate cry for attention, so I've started to lavish him with pets while his head is caught in the fence and he can't dodge away. I also leash him up and walk him up and down the road in front of the house. Someday I hope he will show promise to be a cart goat and pull our child around in a tiny chariot. We'll see..
It's time to mow down the crimson clover and till it in to help build the soil. It's just that it's so pretty, we can hardly bear to.
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| Ole is already trying to fill his father's shoes. |
It's time to mow down the crimson clover and till it in to help build the soil. It's just that it's so pretty, we can hardly bear to.
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