When nearly two inches of rain push the creek up out of its banks yet again, the goats and I head to higher ground.

"Oh boy, a wet log to climb on!" they exclaim as I cringe and hope they don't break a leg.

Woods grazing isn't as high calorie as yard grazing, but I can almost feel our little herd stocking up on hard-to-come-by micronutrients. Plus, there are fewer things more joyful than lounging in the forest with two exuberant goats.