A young attorney's journey through life with a passion for cheesemaking, dairy goats, cooking, traveling, photography, and occasionally, the law.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Rain rain go away...
I read somewhere in January that goats hate water. Well, they drink water but they supposedly don't like being wet. Now, I didn't think this was all that true since Francis has frequently run through a sprinkler and played with a hose on multiple occasions. However, during a unexplained downpour this morning (what the heck is a desert monsoon?), they proved the old saying totally correct. When my father and I walked up to the pen we could hear them but we couldn't see any part of them. As we got closer they got louder and finally when I was at their gate three little heads poked out of the wooden box. Even when I entered the pen with a bunch of alfalfa hay, nobody greeted me. I ended up soaked and placed the hay on the floor of the box. Apparently their discerning attitude regarding eating anything off a floor doesn't apply when it's raining and/or they're hungry.