Eat! For the goats, it’s their most favorite part of the day and they know all the cues that lead up to the magic moment when they get their grain. Hay is pretty exciting, too, but not the same as the jingle of the sweet feed in the buckets!
There is a lot of jockeying for position at one of the 4 trough feeders. It’s quite entertaining to watch then run from one to the other, many times leaving a whole trough alone, full, with no one on that chow line. They tend to go to a feeder from the right and kind of move left, so some drop off that line, and run to another.
Sometimes we referee, if one goat is getting pushed out of each feeder in turn. Goat society is pretty ruthless, so most days we make sure to watch pretty closely. There is usually one goat that is at the bottom of the pecking order and needs a little protection. We see much the same behaviors in middle schoolers! Too bad the goats don’t ever grow out of it.
Ah those goaties! The numbers are going to be going down a bit now, and one goat is going to freezer camp in the next day or two. Sigh. SnowPea is getting old, and if I feel I cannot breed her any more, which is the case, then she may as well feed us while she still has good body condition.
And so it goes.