Our goats are a tad spoiled, and unlike most goats, they're extremely picky. Merle, my goat, won't eat anything out of my hand unless he smells my hand first. I save their "raisins", and put them in the compost pile. We cut back summer hay usage by cutting elm and hackberry limbs for them. They eat the leafs, and strip the bark off the limbs themselves.
My wife's goat, the one in my avatar, is one more screwup away from being barbacoa. I like to think of her as Satan's little helper.
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