Toe Socks and Watermelon

Here are Abby's toe socks. I don't know why she decided to wear them tonight, but I can tell you that they have penguins on them.
Here are Abby's toe socks. I don't know why she decided to wear them tonight, but I can tell you that they have penguins on them.

Two things I thought were really funny tonight:

  1. Abby’s toe socks
  2. I found a watermelon

I was out in the garden, pulling up some morning glory hay for the goats, when I discovered a large watermelon, obviously a volunteer from more than a year ago when we planted them. I think it’s strangely cool and funny that I actually got to say, “Hey, I found a watermelon!”

It had frozen, of course. I cut it up and gave it to the goats, but they weren’t interested.

Frozen watermelon from the patch
Frozen watermelon from the patch
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  1. There’s this completely erroneous assumption that goats will eat anything, when in fact our goats were the pickiest eaters on earth; only blooming flowers that we had planted. Anything occuring naturally in the garden they were completely disinterested in, which meant that they were completely useless in terms of weed control which was sort of the purpose for getting them originally.

    It doesn’t surprise me that your goats weren’t interested in the watermelon. Ours didn’t touch fruit of any kind. Just flowers. Sigh…

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  2. Coal and Buxton will eat tomato vines and fruit, green pepper vines and fruit, and cucumber vines and fruit, but not the fruit from cantaloupe, only the vines. They won’t touch squash leaves. They hate green morning glory, but love it when it’s dry. They won’t touch poke any time of year. They love elm but hate maple. they hate carrots, apples, and pears, which we have. They hate potato peel. I could go on – I know my “grass dogs” pretty well – but you get the idea.

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  3. She likes peaches but she doesn’t like pairs. She likes telephones but she doesn’t like polls. She likes fur but she doesn’t like wool. She likes wine but she doesn’t like beer. She likes goats but she doesn’t like sheep. She likes hands but she doesn’t like feet.

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