I put Nettie and Annette out on leads to munch on what's left of the green grass in the back yard. I planned on giving the remaining penned goats some fresh hay, but first wanted to clean up their feeding area. The frekking picky goats waste hay like it's nobody's business (well, except for mine as we're paying for all that wasted hay). So every so often I have to clean out the area where I fork their breakfast / lunch / dinner and clean up the hay "unfit for caprine consumption". I put it in one of the larger wheel barrows and wheel it around and into the goat / chicken area where I use it for bedding for the kidding pens and chicken coops. Regardless to say, we've never been short on animal bedding.
As soon as I wheeled the barrow (?) into the goat pen, I was mobbed by Pickles, Chop Suey and Lily. Who thought that I had just brought them the most special, most delicious present in the world; hay worthy of their rumen.
|No more than five minutes ago, this hay was not good enough for|
them to eat. Now it was suddenly delicious. It's all in the marketing.