Has anyone ever told you you were stupid, and as soon as they said it, you realized they were absolutely right?
Okay, so about a year ago, we moved the kids into their own home in Orangevale. On the side of my son’s house was a large lot that was difficult to maintain, so I got goats to keep it manageable. Lately, the weeds have been getting very tall.
I tried not feeding them and told all the neighbors not to feed them, but the grass kept growing. This last week, I had a veterinary appointment for their semiannual vaccinations. While she was there, I asked her why the goats weren’t eating the weeds.
She took her hat off, put her hands on her hips, stared at me, and—in what I think was a Texas accent—said, “Goats don’t eat weeds.”
This is where I tried to look intelligent, but failed miserably.
She went on to say, “They eat hanging vines, branches off trees, blackberries—but they don’t eat weeds. You need some sheep.”
Ten months after getting goats—which I was told would eat anything—I found out I knew nothing.
So now I need to hire a gardener.