Late night show

It was late last night when I made it to the mother-in-law farm to feed the goats and Dollie, the Pyrenees, but the moon was bright and beautiful. It is hotter at this pasture than any of the others, not enough trees to create much of a shade, but a big open shelter that they pile into during the heat of the day. One lone persimmon tree where they wait for the fruit to ripen and fall to the ground, then gobble them up. If you have ever eaten wild persimmons you would have to think goats do not have the same sense of taste as us. Even the ripe ones are bitter. Another tree fell on the fence in the sheep bottoms last night. The goats in that pasture feasted on wild green muscadines and vines. They spend a good portion of their day under the wild cherry trees waiting for the fruit to fall. I read the seed in wild cherry was poisonous, but the sheep and goats love them.