They had been in their field for over a year and there was absolutely nothing left to eat in it. Of course this was the whole point of having the goats; that they would eat the weeds and marsh grass so that we could make a lush field of grass for the sheep. Permaculture at work, harnessing nature itself to cut down on human labour. But it had got to the point where I was sawing down branches from the pine trees to feed them roughage, as well as their bagged feed and hay.
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| Dinner and a View |
All we had left to do was a short stretch of fencing, on top of the hill. We had run electric fencing all around the perimeter in the summer, but events overtook us as we just didn't complete the job. Immensely frustrating, so really satisfying now it is finally complete.
Their joy at being released into a smorgasbord of space and food variety was obvious. Even my poor disabled goat suddenly forgot about her poorly feet and hobbled off up the hill.
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| A much bigger field! |
Their shed has also been vastly improved, as the entrance is now on the opposite side and away from the prevailing wind and gales. Originally revamped by us as a pig shed, from an old sheep enclosure used by the blackhouse residents over a hundred years ago, the walls are 2 feet thick and there is an entrance area before the roofed enclosure, which should be an ideal sun trap in the mornings.
Poppy, Primrose and Milly will be very happy here, I know it.
