What better way to spend the last official weekend of the fifth-most miserable winter ever (according to the National Weather Service "misery index")? Gather the whole family and install nearly four hundred feet of goat fencing, of course! This project began with a limited-time-offer coupon from our favorite farm supply store and ended with a fenced area my husband tells me is about a third the size of a football field. The fencing is advertised as sturdy and easy to install, although our task was complicated by two curious "helpers" who were really very little help at all.
Any activity in which they participate with their "peoples" is great fun for Emerson and Elliot, who always want to be wherever we are. I am dreading the first time they are locked in their new field alone, abandoned by the humans they love. Wait! Come back! (shrieking and wailing) But we are so far from the house! We hate these weeds! We refuse to eat them! (hurling of goat bodies against the fence) Just let us eat hay on the deck, so close to you, pleeeeease! We promise we will never poop all over the deck again! (Ok, I made that one up.)
Something tells me I will be spending a lot of time inside this fence...
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