Dad had a pet goat 20 years ago. It didn't like mom. One fall day while the pear tree was dropping ripe fruit, dad tied it to the tree. Goats eat anything, right? When he checked later the goat had tried to climb up in the tree as goats will. He'd slipped, fallen, and hung himself. If I'd have been nearby, I think BBQ would have happened (it wasn't my pet goat). I think mom was glad to see the cranky old goat go. He'd butted her more than once. There are "Grow you own" kits for mushrooms, but he & I tease mom about getting a load of manure and setting up in a bedroom closet for a temperature and humidity controlled environment.
I roommated briefly in Woodstock, Georgia. The next door landlord kept a herd. We'd hear a truck pull up. Shortly thereafter a single firearm discharge. Then the Latino folks would load up their fresh meat and be on their way. I haven't tried it myself, but those goats ate well from our table scraps. I'm thinking they would be tasty. Tapatalk Via Kyocera
Godwin's Law, modified. Any internet discussion will eventually lead to a reference to A. Hitler, or banjos. Tapatalk Via Kyocera
