"Is there a Ralph's around here?"

With the leftovers of our liberated hog wire roll, we finally replaced that eyesore sweetgum situation. Looks much, much cleaner, and I can sleep easier not having to worry about extra brave goats. Gracias, Scott, for the helping hand. (Another perk of the bonfire pit is the house's newfound motivation to clean up fallen limbs for pyromania purposes.)

On the other side of the yard, our original solution is still kicking ass. I think it's got more to do with goat's hating water than us being crafty. But if you've spent as much time as we have wrangling up adventurous goats, you'd get excited about small victories like this too...

Weathering The Storm

We got yet another serious drenching all day Tuesday. Steve's Creek was noticeably swollen, and the yard itself was pooling up all over. Thankfully, the goat shelter and hay remained high and dry, so the herd didn't seem to mind too much. They were quiet, which, from what I understand, means you've got happy goats on your hands.

After the rain eased up and the wind picked up, the goats were pumped to have all the fresh leaves falling all around them. And it left the backyard looking as attractive as I've seen it.

Dougie Shoutout to Papa Condon for hooking us up with some heavy duty nails to secure our new benches. Also, there's a nice layer of mulch around the benches somewhere under all those leaves. Good work, Dusty.