I promise to write about
something other than goats within the next week....or so. Would
you believe me if I said this post is about cover crops and fences?
Way back when we started making chicken pastures, we built our fences out of chicken wire.
The theory was simple --- chicken wire's cheap, and that's all we could
afford. Now, many of those fences are nearly lost beneath impenetrable hedges of Japanese honeysuckle...which
happens to be a plant that goats adore. The question became ---
although a chicken-wire fence obviously isn't going to keep in a
determined goat long term, would it be sufficient for goat retention
until the honeysuckle was gone?
Within half an hour, I
learned that the answer was no. Perhaps if the only goats involved
were little shrimps like Artemisia, my experiment would have worked,
but the fence bowed down under Abigail's hooves, and soon our doe
decided that the honeysuckle was greener on the other side of the
fence. Luckily, I was sitting on the porch watching at the time
because the result was a scary race around the yard, Lucy having decided
that anything running should be chased and Abigail having decided that
if she was being chased she would have to keep running. Once Mark
came out and collared Lucy, though, peace descended immediately ---
Abigail came right to me and so did Artemisia, and soon they were both
safely behind cattle panels
(although on less exciting browse). At least now I know that
worry number two isn't a concern --- a loose goat isn't going to
disappear into the woods, not if she knows I dole out dried sweet corn
every day or two.
The other thing I've been
learning this weekend is goat dietary preferences. In addition to
honeysuckle, Abigail adores oat leaves, red clover, plantain, and
broccoli leaves. She's also quite fond of the tops of oilseed
radishes, but is totally uninterested in the roots, suggesting that I
can put this cover crop to dual duty, feeding our herd and the soil with
the same planting. In fact, I suspect, I can do something similar
with oats since Abigail tends to browse the plants high enough that
they should regrow as well.
What about
Artemisia? She eats whatever's close to Abigail, since our little
doeling is much more interested in being sociable than in being
fed. Luckily, her pint-sized rumen fills up fast, and she always
seems fat and happy when I run my hands over her little round
body. It's extremely satisfying to watch our goats grow on weeds
alone.