Seeking winter goat forage
"Have some oats," I coaxed my grumpy goat.
"Hmmph," replied Abigail. "That isn't worth eating."
"Okay, how about some honeysuckle?"
"What, you expect me to pick one leaf at a time in that briar thicket!" my doe answered. "Where's my winter forage?!"
Last winter, we had decades of banked honeysuckle to pull off trees and barns and fencelines. But, unfortunately, we're just about out already.
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Which isn't the end of
the world. There's scads of hay stored up in the barn and we've got
homegrown treats like butternut squash when the girls need something
fresh. Honestly, I think I miss the wild forage more than they do --- I
count on those hours outside with munching goats to counter the lack of
light during these short winter days.
So I'll have to put on my thinking cap and get smarter for next year. Maybe plant some willow trees in the gully?