Goats feast on Stone Barn fruit cuttings
About mid September, we were working away, cutting up the first bartletts of the season, when we heard something unaccustomed in our now familiar soundscape of echoing train horns, motorcycle revs from the warehouse bay north of us, and the dripping of the rain barrel above us.
It was a gang of goats rented for blackberry control on the rented lot across Pershing Street. We loved having the goats there, and were sad when their clearing work was done, and their owner loaded them up to for some home turf time until their next job.
However, we did arrange for the goats to eat our fruit cuttings, and, perhaps at some point, they will also get tipsy from some spent, fermented fruit mash.