So far I’m not seeing a downside to having goats. They’re not much trouble, and they’re proving their worth as living, breathing weed-whackers. When Sara brought them home 11 days ago, their pen looked like this:
Now it looks like this:
The plan now is to get some cattle panels and see if we can construct a goat pen that’s easy to take apart and reassemble. If so, we’ll start moving the goats around the land. I’ve got plenty of poison ivy I’d like to see them chew up. I also wouldn’t mind their help with keeping the jungles near the creek at bay.
Sara’s not a goat, but she did make a very minor dent in the mint bushes that are threatening to take over near the driveway. When I went outside to play a round of disc golf, she was cutting and twisting some wire into earrings. Then she added mint leaves.
Apparently the theory is that if you wore these earrings to dinner, you could pluck the leaves afterwards and chew on them for breath mints. When she explained this theory to me, I immediately concluded that even though the school year ended less than two weeks ago, she already has too much time on her hands.
When I explained this conclusion, Sara immediately reminded me that I promised her months ago that when school was out and I was finished with my big software project, I’d help her and Alana produce more episodes of Fat Head Kids’ Club.
So I will.