On The Contrary

On Sunday I harvested a bunch of radishes from the garden, and thoughtfully saved the tops for the goats, thinking that they would enjoy them. I walked over to the paddock, put them in their dish, and found them still lying there several hours later when I did the evening feeding. Today I harvested a bunch more radishes and the goats kept sticking their heads through the garden fence to eat the tops off the ones I had in my hand. Humph.

This morning I was picking cherries before it started to rain and I knocked a couple of leafy, cherry-laden branches off the tree. Once again I walked them over to the goat paddock as a tasty offering, and once again I found them completely intact when I returned hours later to do a little mucking. But when David offers them cherries through the fence they can't eat them fast enough. Humph.

I always thought that cats were the ficklest creatures around, but Pipsqueak will eat any thing at any time. In fact, I think she's considering my edibility in this picture. Humph.