Not that clover.
We have zero, zippo, nada, NO grass in the goat yard due to the triple threat of two sheep and a big, bad calf. We’re feeding hay. Yesterday, I decided to let Clover out in the side yard for the day to enjoy some fresh grass.
She enjoyed it immensely.
I admit, I fed her a few other little treats through the day.
She didn’t go anywhere. She knows when she’s got it good. Everyone else was jealous.
Clover: “Somebody has to be the favorite.”
“It might as well be me.”