08-16-2016, 11:26 AM
Back at the first of the year I moved from the house I had been living in for the last 15 years into a house I had been using for rental property. Since I am divorced and my daughters live with my wife I no longer needed the large house, plus the rental house was almost a half hour closer to where my daughters live.
The house that I moved from had a 3.5 acre lot and I mowed more than an acre. So, of course I had a lawn tractor to mow it. The home I live in know is ion downtown Knoxville and has a very small yard. Unfortunately I have an arthritic knee that makes it difficult for me to even mow a small lot with a push mower. I intended to haul the lawn tractor back and forth to keep my lawn mowed, but that was just too much trouble. So I paid a guy a few bucks to keep my front lawn mowed, but since no one can see my backyard due to a six foot privacy fence I decided to just let it grow and only mow it once a month or so with my lawn tractor. However I was too busy (lazy) to get around to mowing it so eventually the grass was close to waist high.
When I lived in my old house my daughters always asked me to get them some pet goats. So one day while they were teasing me about the tall grass in my backyard they suggested that I get some goats to eat it down. They were not really serious, but I thought it was a good idea. I figured that sonce my neighbors could not see into my back yard they would not care if I had goats. So I bought a couple of kids and put them back there.
First thing I learned was that even two small goats produce a lot of goat droppings. And for some reason they preferred to poop on my deck instead of in the yard. Goat droppings are small round balls, so it was not problem to sweep them off the deck, but it was more work to do every day. Then one of them got the scours and my deck was covered with goat diarrhea. This happened right after my father died back in June and I was spending most of my time staying with my mom. So one day I stooped by my house and the sick goat was gone. turns out the scours had been so bad that it killed it, but the worst part was that it had crawled into a very small space under my deck to die. So I had to crawl through dirt and goat diarrhea to remove a bloated goat corpse. Then I has to haul it up to my moms farm to dispose of. even though I had it wrapped up in multiple layers of plastic it seemed like my car smalled like dead goat for days.
The goat that lived was kind of freaked out so he was running around the yard bleating loudly. I bought another kid to keep him company, but from that day on he was always bleating and crying and making a lot of noise. i assumed that the neighbors would not like this, and sure enough one of them complained and I came home to find a notice from animal control stating that I had 24 hours to remove the goats. Luckily there was no fine I had to pay, but since I did not have a truck I had to put the goats in the trunk of my car to haul them to the other house that I still own (it has been a very slow process getting it fixed up enough to sell). Even though I put down a tarp to line my trunk again it seems like my car smells like goat.
Now I have to sell the goats, but I am going to borrow my moms truck to haul them to market.
Moral of the story. It is cheaper to pay someone to mow a small yard than buy goats.
The house that I moved from had a 3.5 acre lot and I mowed more than an acre. So, of course I had a lawn tractor to mow it. The home I live in know is ion downtown Knoxville and has a very small yard. Unfortunately I have an arthritic knee that makes it difficult for me to even mow a small lot with a push mower. I intended to haul the lawn tractor back and forth to keep my lawn mowed, but that was just too much trouble. So I paid a guy a few bucks to keep my front lawn mowed, but since no one can see my backyard due to a six foot privacy fence I decided to just let it grow and only mow it once a month or so with my lawn tractor. However I was too busy (lazy) to get around to mowing it so eventually the grass was close to waist high.
When I lived in my old house my daughters always asked me to get them some pet goats. So one day while they were teasing me about the tall grass in my backyard they suggested that I get some goats to eat it down. They were not really serious, but I thought it was a good idea. I figured that sonce my neighbors could not see into my back yard they would not care if I had goats. So I bought a couple of kids and put them back there.
First thing I learned was that even two small goats produce a lot of goat droppings. And for some reason they preferred to poop on my deck instead of in the yard. Goat droppings are small round balls, so it was not problem to sweep them off the deck, but it was more work to do every day. Then one of them got the scours and my deck was covered with goat diarrhea. This happened right after my father died back in June and I was spending most of my time staying with my mom. So one day I stooped by my house and the sick goat was gone. turns out the scours had been so bad that it killed it, but the worst part was that it had crawled into a very small space under my deck to die. So I had to crawl through dirt and goat diarrhea to remove a bloated goat corpse. Then I has to haul it up to my moms farm to dispose of. even though I had it wrapped up in multiple layers of plastic it seemed like my car smalled like dead goat for days.
The goat that lived was kind of freaked out so he was running around the yard bleating loudly. I bought another kid to keep him company, but from that day on he was always bleating and crying and making a lot of noise. i assumed that the neighbors would not like this, and sure enough one of them complained and I came home to find a notice from animal control stating that I had 24 hours to remove the goats. Luckily there was no fine I had to pay, but since I did not have a truck I had to put the goats in the trunk of my car to haul them to the other house that I still own (it has been a very slow process getting it fixed up enough to sell). Even though I put down a tarp to line my trunk again it seems like my car smells like goat.
Now I have to sell the goats, but I am going to borrow my moms truck to haul them to market.
Moral of the story. It is cheaper to pay someone to mow a small yard than buy goats.
