I'm sure I don't have to tell any current or past keepers-of-goats what picky little divas they are. And every time I fork out hay to the unappreciative, ungrateful caprines I curse under my breath (or even rather loudly if Rhiannon isn't within earshot).
The last round bale I opened was like totally perfect. A nice, green bermuda with just a little bit of blackberry leaves rolled in. The first time I opened it and forked some over to the goats, they went crazy over it. Like it was the best thing they ever tasted. Like crackhay, methgreenery, marijuana, uh, grass!
That lasted for like 3 days. Then they started getting picky. There was more and more hay being left in the feed troughs each time I went to give them more. Then last week (after a daily rain shower) I finally had to muck out all the not-good-enough-for-us hay and pile it up so I could use the tractor bucket to move it. Yes, there was that much waste. (I'm swearing in my head now just looking at the picture again.)
|A month or so of wasted, semi-composted hay.|
|Goats: Oh, now THIS hay is soooo much better!|
Me, screaming at the top of my lungs: It's the SAME stinking hay!!!
Will it stop all the hay wastage? Most likely not. But I gott'a do something before I blow (another) gasket.