Which is a funny idea. I can't think of anything that would repeal a goat. Bad smells? Nope. Brussels sprouts? No way. Ugly faces? They'd be fascinated.
Sunday I was confronted with the hideous sight of a full-sized horned goat coming out of the chicken house. Out of the chicken door. Which is 9x16 inches. He was very mellow, gave me a nod as if to say, "What's up, buddy?" and strolled casually out of the chicken yard, chewing his cud of layer mash. I was stunned or I would have smacked him or hollered at him or made a fuss. It was like watching clowns come out of a circus car. Or a butterfly put of a cocoon. (OK, a big butterfly out of a tiny cocoon, chewing expensive food that could kill it.)
So tonight I installed a goat-repelling hobbit door on the chicken house.
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| Before |
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| After. The guineas inspected it carefully. |
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| The little guy decided it was OK. |
I put bunch more screws in – bet you I catch a goat within the week.
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| The oldest keets are roosting outside now – after that cat killed one of them in the chicken house. |
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| Smokey is spending afternoons in the lobster pot. |
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