When I was a small child, 'way back in the '50's, we used to watch a Boston-based TV show, "Big Brother Bob Emery". He always opened the show by singing "The Grass is Always Greener" to the accompaniment of his ukelele.
Oh, the grass is always greener
in the other fellow's yard.
The little row
we have to hoe,
Oh boy that's hard.
But if we all could wear
green glasses now,
it wouldn't be so hard
to see how green the grass is
in our own back yard.
I think of that song often when I see my goats in the yard. Mind you, they have about 30 acres of pasture, not including all the brush and trees which they can munch on anytime they wish. There's just something about a fence that a goat must challenge.
Yesterday I looked out to see them cropping grass on the lawn. A bit later they'd jumped the fence for the dog's yard and were munching in there. They made the rounds, wandering over to the Rosa rugosa bushes and wiping them clean of rosehips, exploring the remains of the garden plot (which I did not plant this year since they wiped it out last year), then discovering and eating, with gusto, the chrysanthemum in the planter by the house.
Oh, the grass is always greener
in the other fellow's yard.
The little row
we have to hoe,
Oh boy that's hard.
But if we all could wear
green glasses now,
it wouldn't be so hard
to see how green the grass is
in our own back yard.
I think of that song often when I see my goats in the yard. Mind you, they have about 30 acres of pasture, not including all the brush and trees which they can munch on anytime they wish. There's just something about a fence that a goat must challenge.
Yesterday I looked out to see them cropping grass on the lawn. A bit later they'd jumped the fence for the dog's yard and were munching in there. They made the rounds, wandering over to the Rosa rugosa bushes and wiping them clean of rosehips, exploring the remains of the garden plot (which I did not plant this year since they wiped it out last year), then discovering and eating, with gusto, the chrysanthemum in the planter by the house.
The paddock, the orchard, and the far pasture. Beyond those
trees is a multi-acre field with copses of trees and brush.
Another pasture, the front pasture, which extends beyond the photo, to the right. Lots of trees and brush there, too.
Off to the left, there's a hill and another field that can't be seen. They frequent that pasture in the summer when the upkeep on the fences is more stringent. You can see that there's plenty of room to roam, graze, and browse.
And this is where they want to be, right outside the house. Okay, I admit it, the grass really is greener on the other side.
Zoë is still a source of fascination. Enlarging the picture (click on it) will reveal Zoë on the step by the side door of the barn. Some of the does are watching her, but she's oblivious, having interesting smells to explore.
Fedra and Dolly, especially, wanted to keep an eye on that dog.
After a while they wandered to the other side of the house...
Hannah just had to introduce herself. Zoë seemed to be more leery than Hannah.
They really enjoyed those flowers. I was not as thrilled.
Finally they wandered back toward the gate. The source of interest for all of them?
Zoë, of course.
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