Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Goat Your Own Way

La-a-a-a-ndslide...
While out clearing some brush a while back, we quickly realized that the two of us could never keep up with it. We needed some help. After some craigslist searching and a long drive down to Graham, we got some help in the form of two Nigerian dwarf goats. I'm sure they had other names,  but we renamed them Stevie Nicks and Christine McVie.




Remington v. Stevie
The problem with buying goats, is that you immediately want more, so we impulsively bought two more, Ann and Nancy Wilson, who turned out to not be nearly as friendly. Anyway, the goats have been hard at work clearing the brush, and a truce has been established with Remington (After some gnarly headbutts). Remington now stands guard while the goats chow down, and only rarely tries to jump on them. Ruger is indifferent towards them.


As for the garden, its been a weird, cold summer. Other than in the 90 degree days April, we didn't really get hot weather until the end of July, and now its cold again. Needless to say, Most of the vegetables didn't care for this, and we haven't gotten anything like the massive amounts of vegetables we got last summer. We only got a few beans, carrots and cabbages. The beets and rutabagas were terrible, the corn is tiny, and the tomatoes aren't going to ripen. The only things that did well were the apples, cucumbers and pumpkins.



One of these is not actually a pumpkin



In other news, we've had a murder mystery on the farm. One by one, our ducks have gone missing, with no sign of foul (fowl?) play. The duck pen is buttoned up tight, and there are no indications of forced entry, but the murders continue. We saw a coyote in the yard about a week ago, but one of the local bobcats is the prime suspect due to skill required for such a crime. The net over the pen has been reinforced as a precautionary measure. More to come on this one.

In other bird killing news, we are now ready for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Gobble Gobble...