All posts tagged boomer

Why Goats Drive People Crazy.

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They are selfish. They are bullies. They are too smart for their own good. They’re picky, and rude. They never stay where you put them. They can jump over or shimmy under pretty much any fence. They refuse to conform. They like to break things…and eat things…and get into things. In short, I don’t know why people keep goats. But… Even with all of those negatives, I can’t quite imagine life without Shy Guy and Boomer.
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A Family Trip Up the Hillside

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A very, very steep hillside. Mike and Eva had taken the trip up in the morning, which wore her out amazingly well (she slept for three hours…heaven!). So for our afternoon walk, Mike wanted me to go with him. Since we usually let the sheep and goats out to forage during the day, they decided to come with. The chickens accompanied us about half the way, then got bored and went back to the house. They probably had a crazy chicken party and invited their chicken friends.
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Goats Eat More Than Tin Cans.

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Dear Goats… We love you, we really do. You’re total characters, and great brush clearers. But why, WHY, must you be such punks!? I would say it’s our own fault for not giving you structure and boundaries. But you see. We’ve TRIED. Wire. Electric. Sweet feed. Positive reinforcement. Negative reinforcement. Yes, I’m sorry about spraying you with water. No, wait, I’m not sorry. You 100% deserved it. Why?

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Playtime for the Sheep & Goats

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Friday was a long work day, with lots of strings to untangle and such…so around 5, I clocked out and went out to visit our “barnyard”. They never fail to put a smile on my face, well…unless it’s the GOATS, and they’ve escaped, and it’s raining. That is NOT smile inducing. But it was a pretty, cool fall afternoon, and I decided to take them on a free range jaunt. And so I set all four free from their Jurassic Park electric enclosure, and we took a walk.
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