Today Paul brought the mower into the garage to do some maintenance on it because the front "lawn" is looking to take over in a few days if it's not cut. Knowing that all that wonderful, free green goat feed will soon be chopped and blown to the wind made me get my lazy bum out there to get a few totes of caprine salad to the herd:
I've been feeding the goats hay since like forever and they were very appreciative of the greenery.
I didn't give them too much and I fed them their grain beforehand so their stomachs (hopefully) won't get upset. The kids can still squeeze in and out of the cattle panel fence so they've been munching away at the grass and weeds around the place, but the older goats haven't had much time out on the leads to enjoy the fresh grass.
I just used kitchen shears to give the lawn a clipping here and there, but it's time consuming and not very nice on my hands. I've used the bagger on the lawn mower before but it chops up the grass too much. I'd like to get my hands on a good sickle blade or maybe even a scythe, although I tend to think I'd be more likely to lose a limb using the scythe.
As usual, Outside Kitty was there to keep me company. Seems as if Pioneer Preppy isn't the only one with a small, furry Supervisor.