They lived in one of the stalls at first since we didn't have any other goat proof location for them. Being the animal lovers they are my parents fenced off a new paddock behind the barn with goat proof fencing, and then built the goat condo for them as well. Isn't this what everyone does when stray goats show up? They also proved to really helpful when we have new residents on the farm. We use the goat paddock as our quarantine paddock and so far each and every horse has fallen in love with the goats as they spend their first days on the farm in the goat paddock.
Buffy's second day with us. I think Buffy loved the goats more than any other horse ever has!
We all learned to love the goats quickly as they are highly entertaining little creatures. They would jump up in the air and crack their horns together while playing, hop around everywhere, climb on everything, and would stand for what seemed like hours and beat their horns into the nearest tree or fence post. We quickly learned that this activity was not that cute after all. I don't know how many trees they have destroyed as I've lost count over the years.
Bugle was our supervisor for the day. Bear felt he'd had far too many supervisory responsibilities lately!
The goats had really outdone themselves this time, and had chosen to destroy a bois d'arc tree, also known as an osage orange tree. As it turns out the wood from these trees is one of the hardest woods out there. My dad, Jason and our friend Carlos decided to tackle sawing up this tree last weekend and 4 dull, overheated chain saws later the job still wasn't done!
The goats had really outdone themselves this time, and had chosen to destroy a bois d'arc tree, also known as an osage orange tree. As it turns out the wood from these trees is one of the hardest woods out there. My dad, Jason and our friend Carlos decided to tackle sawing up this tree last weekend and 4 dull, overheated chain saws later the job still wasn't done!
Trying to revive one of the chain saws
The three of them (with Bugle supervising) did manage to get through most of the tree before they had run through all of the chain saws. By the way, in case you are wondering, my chainsaw was never brought out for this job!! I knew things were really going to get ugly when Jason came walking out with an ax in his hand! While my dad tried to get one of the chain saws going again Jason, Carlos and myself took turns with the ax. There are two pictures of me swinging away but they are so un-flattering I am refusing to post them. It is my blog after all!
It took awhile but we did actually chop our way through that tree - once! We decided to wait until the chain saws had recovered to finish off the stump. It was a tough job and I am confident that everyone involved hopes we don't have to cut up an osage orange tree again!
3 comments:
You are so living my dream life :) I think your blog is great and what you (and your family) do is even better. I love your stories and the stories of all the animals. Keep blogging. You're one of my daily stops, eager to see what new is happening with the retired (and not) animals living it up. :)
Three goats under a bridge makes me think of that old folk tale ... "who's that trip, trip tripping on my bridge?"
Thank you for the compliments ezra_pandora! I think we have a pretty great life as well, and I'm glad that someone out there is reading this blog. Redsmom, a lot of people tell me that when they hear of the goats living under the bridge they think of Bill Goat Gruff.
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