Our fellas don't get a lot of blog play. But, the work they are doing to clean up the woods is deserving of some credit, for sure.

Left to right above, is Oreo (the handsome father to all of this year's kids), Chip (Honey's buckling born last year), and Dallas. Good 'ole Dallas. I call him Grandpa Goat. He's our oldest male, and as a wether (fixed male) he's very low-key and friendly. When we bought our original herd, he came along to keep our buck company in the male field. With his weird, single half-horn, he's not the most handsome goat, and is pretty unremarkable, overall. That is, until it's time to eat some leaves from a high branch.

He has AMAZING balance. The other fellas need to rest their front hooves on a lower branch(or each other) when they jump up to reach higher foliage, but Dallas will teeter around on only his hind legs for what seems like an impossibly long time, just munching away. He will even walk from branch to branch like this.

And, speaking of the job they're doing cleaning out those woods, can you make out that nearly perfect line where the foliage stops on the trees? That's how high they can reach.

Sometimes, when we're in the field with them, we help them out a little like Boy is doing here, holding a branch down for them to munch. They're always appreciative and can pack away those leaves remarkably quickly!