The little band of renegade goats was at it again yesterday afternoon. They have found a way to get out of the fenced pastures and up on our lawn to browse on developing fruit. It's probably nearly irresistable for them.
Chasing them on foot is fruitless (forgive the pun.) I must run down and get my motorized Mule and vroomvroom them. They know exactly where to go. They wait in front of the back gate and I unlatch it and let them through, lecturing in a stern voice about "bad goats" and how they have plenty to eat in the legal fields.
At least I learned that the red raspberries are ready to pick, as are a few of the black raspberries and gooseberries. Boy, it was just the 5th of June, which, after all, is Berry Month, and already berries are ripening. These guys go on schedule.
The hayfield is mowed, raked and baled, so I'll be driving up to the areas where black raspberries grow to gather some. My husband is already out gathering the round bales to get them under cover before the next rain comes.
It's hot and humid and I dread having to walk the fence line to find the breach that allows bad behavior to thrive. But, let's face it: this is a priority and if I can thwart the behavior there are peaches in our future.