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Friday, 22 August 2025
The whole time I was growing up, Dad threatened to get sheep to manage the lawn so he could avoid mowing. That’s our MO today, except the crew is mostly goats and one billy-sheep.
Goats being goats, guess the favorite napping location. Unfortunately for him, he tipped the table over descending, so unless we take pity on him and right it, that’s the end of table-napping.
The Goat Guy who wrangles this crew says it’ll take them on the order of a week to chow down our ivy and kudzu and other nasty vegetation that sprang up after the trees were removed (remember that?). I guess that long turn-around time is why Dad never substituted sheep for the mower.