There's a fine line
between letting the goats eat human-friendly produce and letting winter
kill off the crops so badly even Artemesia turns up her dainty little
nose.
That sweet spot for broccoli appears to be after a couple of nights in
the teens. The plants are droopy and no longer prime for our own
consumption, but the girls still think they taste ten times better than
oats and honeysuckle.
I think I get the same
amount of enjoyment out of watching our does dine as I get by eating
vegetables myself.