Our chickens used to keep all the grass & weeds eaten down to the bare dirt in their run. Several months ago they went on strike and stopped eating them. Don decided he wanted a goat to do the job the chickens weren’t doing so he asked me to check his favorite place to buy stuff (Craig’sList) to see if I could find a goat. The only ones I found still required daily bottle feeding. Oh, H___ no.
While I was at the post office, the clerk was talking about show goats so I asked if she knew anyone who had a goat for sale. Another lady gave me a phone number & name to call so I did. The next afternoon, Vanessa, Faith, Don, and I loaded up in his truck to go get the goat.
I was afraid to put the goat in the back of the truck because I didn’t want it to be scared, try to get out and hurt or kill itself.
Are you wondering what this goat has to do with life “in” the chicken house? This is what you should see when you go in the coop:
This is not what you should see:
And this is surely NOT what you should see!
I opened the gate into the right side of the run and the chickens all t0ok off through the gate. Then I closed the gate so I could get Sugar to go into the left side of the run. Let me tell you, it’s no fun trying to catch a goat that doesn’t want to be caught!
I finally got him by the collar during one of the many times he jumped back up into the nest boxes (good thing there were no eggs in there yet) and picked him up so I could put him in the other side of the run. Whew!
If you’re trying to figure out why I would name a male goat “Sugar”…..he’s what is called a wether which means he has been fixed so I’m hoping he will turn out to be a nice pet. Therefore, the name is “Sugar”. 🙂
Funny thing about the chickens going on strike. Now that we have Sugar and they’ve seen him eating weeds, they’re eating them again too! Crazy chickens.