When nearly two inches
of rain push the creek up out of its banks yet again, the goats and I
head to higher ground.
"Oh boy, a wet log to
climb on!" they exclaim as I cringe and hope they don't break a leg.
Woods grazing isn't as
high calorie as yard grazing, but I can almost feel our little herd
stocking up on hard-to-come-by micronutrients. Plus, there are fewer
things more joyful than lounging in the forest with two exuberant goats.