With the billy goat in the pen with my lady goats, I didn't want to tie them out to eat grass. For one thing, when I go to the pen, they all three come to the gate; I don't want the billy out because he isn't used to being tied up, and he would be the first one out the gate if I tried to get the girls out. He is strong!
They always have hay to eat, but I like them to have grass from the pasture. There's quite a bit of clover growing tall out there, so I decided to pick the clover for them, putting it in a bucket, and taking it to them. I found out I could get a bucket full in ten minutes, packing it down tight, and decided to do that twice a day.
Twice a day they see me going to the pasture and yell at me to hurry up (in goat language). Twice a day they eat every single bit of it. I reach up over the fence, turn the bucket upside down, and the clover falls on their heads, which makes a silly picture for about 20 seconds until it all falls off of them.
I sure hope one of their girl babies looks like their daddy; I really like his coloring. I intend to milk one of the mamas for awhile, just so I can have some goat milk. Cliff won't drink it, but I will. It's been a long time since my milking days, and I can't wait.
