03-05-2017, 04:00 PM
Yesterday sucked. Moved the goats from the rented field by my old apartment to the new place. I just walked all 6 of them the mile-and-a-half and that went well. I figured I had the fencing 'good enough' until I saw them leaping parts of the fence like deer. Some temporary repairs done, I headed over and took down the old fencing. My neighbor said he'd let me borrow a truck and another neighbor loaned me a flatbed. When I went to get the truck, the guy said he didnt trust other people to drive it due to a bad experience once (its a mile and a half! Sheesh). So he and his son in law helped me load up. That was very very nice. But despite my skepticism and objections, he drove into the field and on the way out snagged the trailer's jack and bent the mount a bit. Nice. Then I took off, knowing the goats would get antsy and want to escape if they didn't see me around for long. Sure enough I see this gaggle of close-flocking goats coming around the corner down the middle of the road. It was actually kinda funny, they were on the way back home as a family. I led them back and they just wouldn't stay in the field. I was pretty frustrated about that and then the neighbor pulled in with the flat bed. While unloading I fell and bruised my hand really bad when I snagged my pants on some horse panels. I spent the rest of the night fixing fencing and making a high security goat zone next to the house and setting up their polydomes. I had only eaten a hot dog all day and I could smell the neighbors doing a BBQ. Finished at 11 and put the goats in for the night. The whole day was spent on goats. Goats goats goats.
I got a couple fun pictures of the critters though.
I got a couple fun pictures of the critters though.