Okay, I’m back to “Those damned goats.”

Three days in a row, they’ve come to Landlady’s ridge to eat my chicken feed.


Now I have a big cinder block on the lid which will probably solve the problem. But naturally this had to happen with the can nearly full, which makes it nearly immovable for my rather worn shoulders. Otherwise I’d just put the cans back inside the chickenhouse.

Damned goats. I’m starting to develop a craving for chevon.

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3 Responses to Okay, I’m back to “Those damned goats.”

  1. coloradohermit says:

    My last 2 goats were named Barbeque and Chevon. Worked out well. 😉

  2. Robert says:

    “chevon” This blog’s commenters be educational! Thanks, COhermit.
    My one-and-only goat was “Dolly” for her enormous… She was a cutie; I almost miss her.

  3. Tree Mike says:

    I ate goat once, at a wedding. Pit BBQ, it was heavenly. You should try it, If you can find any goats.

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