It's that time of the year. Again. Already! Actually, the heat packs in the goat sheds should have been dug out last month but winter kept hanging on. As soon as warm weather returned, rain came along with it. In fact, it's been pouring buckets all morning. But the forecast says Friday will be sunny and 70* so I'm mentally preparing to get that dreaded task done.
I expect the recent rains will make hauling the stuff harder. I pull a wagon back and forth from the sheds to the garden. It will take all of one day and maybe two to get it all out. Last year DH was here to help but that won't be the case this time. While I'm at it, I'd like to get the rest of the winter's wasted hay but I know it's going to be soaked and heavy. We will see.
And every year I wonder why I put myself through it. Why not just get rid of the durn goats? I think it just comes down to stubbornness. Well, I KNOW it does. I don't want to admit defeat to my bad back. Those goats represent what I want- freedom to grow my own meat and milk. I'll go down kicking and screaming (and probably over medicated) before I'll give up. Besides, I love the little boogers! (Let's just keep that between us.)