Remember yesterday when I said there was a 60% chance of rain and that left 40% for the goatmother to spray the stinky Bobbex? Well, the weather forecasts are rarely very accurate here. I think they might actually be accurate for some place in the northern hemisphere, but not for here. Anyway, that 60% actually turned out to be 100%, and it rained all night. Guess who doesn't mind dining al fresco in the rain?
So this morning, the goatmother put up a section of four foot field fence around the lettuce bed. Yes, the dear deer can still hop into the other part of the garden and stretch her head over to the lettuce while munching the strawberries. Still at least now it will be more difficult. We goats are hoping this is a lazy deer and thus prone to just not bother. You are probably wondering why a goat should even care. I can tell you it has to do with the goatmother's insistence that because we are close to the garden, we should be willing to help. Let's just say I simply refuse to learn to bark. Oy.