Shame you did not just grow a patch for the goats.
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I like the rack you built, very interesting and someone was asking yesterday how to grow more in a small space.
Your goat reminds me of Sunshine, she was the goat from hell,the one all the books are written about.
Sunshine was about 4 or 5 months old, a mixed blood Nubian and ?, we were not prepared to take a goat home, so she was in the back of a 55 Chev wagon.
We had to stop at Sears for a pump part and I went in with Bill, I knew better, as the wagon had library books, and a months supply of groceries and feed in it already.
Sears took longer than I expected, so I went to check on Sunshine, and found her in the front seat, watching a group of people watching her and heard one woman tell another “I tell you that is a goat, I know what a goat is”.....
I walked up to the open [a little] window and said “Sunshine, I told you to stay in the back seat!!!!”
And Sunshine got back in the back and sat down.
A hippy type gal said “Oh!!! is she trained to ride with you?”
Of course I said “Yes.”
I wished that I had sold her to the crowd.
Mary had too many weeds, so we took Sunshine to eat weeds and Sunshine said “There is no way you can force me to eat weeds, I want alfalfa hay.”
So we took her home after a couple days.
Bill only put up with the goats, to please me, and preferred them to not fall in love with him, as King Louie our billy goat had done, he was Bill’s shadow.
Sunshine would see Bill sitting in the patio and come at a dead run and jump on him, quite a feat when she got a little older and painful.
She was in everything, even went missing and was found in a 1000 gallon water tank, No idea of how she got in it, but it did not have a top and no water in it.
We were very active in finding her another home, don’t know how she did there, but a family with 10 boys would have been about right for her.
I do like your growing ideas, keep thinking and trying new ways.
Granny, did those pictures work OK for you? Not too large?
Our nubian goat was Callie - she was a calico and since it fitted with my first name, the Callie name stuck. She was impossible to keep in. We wound up letting her have her roam of the farm, but a couple of times her eating habits tested our patience. Like the three big Crape Myrtles I bought for my wife on her birthday..... Yep next morning there was nothing but nubs. Then of course you saw the strawberries. She had never even shown them any attention till that day.
Callie was also a watchdog that was better than the dogs. An intruder in the evening wouldn’t even see her coming and she would rare up on her hind legs (which made her over 6’ tall), cock her head to the side and prepare to deliver a hammering blow. Many a time we have had to ‘rescue’ people who were running around their car trying to get away from her. One kid who decided to roam around our yard was screaming for help and his first question was “she won’t bite will she” (danged stupid city kids...)
Callie early on let our three dogs know that SHE was the boss of the yard. My Great Dane, our Australian Sheepdog as well as our mixed Lucky Dog. She would rare up, then bam... roll them over about three times. After a few times of that and they didn’t want to mess with her.
It used to be funny because she used to love to tease Lucky. She particularly liked his house, and she would just go in, turn around and lie in the doorway and dare him to bother her.
Goats is FUN. Really...