I’ll never understand why they would rather eat the dried up dead stuff over the lush forage that surrounds them. Part of the reason Daisy, Bo and Luke like it so much is because they were raised on hay and grain before they came to live with us. In fact when we first got them we had a hard time getting them to understand they were supposed to eat the forage. You can see by the size of Bo’s belly, he’s managed to adjust.
They’re starting to do a decent job of keeping their pasture cleared. The tall weeds behind them are what the entire pasture would look like if it were not for them.
They’ve managed to clear enough that we can actually start to see through the trees. But they still would rather have hay if it’s available.
“Oh, hello Rose. How are you?”
“Where is my hay?”
“Um, well the goats are just eating stuff that fell on the ground. They are just cleaning it up for me.”
“But where is MY hay?”
“Well, I don’t really have any hay for you, Rose. You have all kinds of grass in the pasture to eat.”
“Lady, you just drove through here with a truck load of it. WHERE. Is. MY. Hay?”
Um, folks, I’d better go…