The Clean Up Crew

After summer’s bloom is gone and maple trees have bled out,  Jack Frost stops by (he’s quite the guy) and  spreads some crystal cheer.    It is when the leaves are brown and down and ice buckles under my boot that I let my little goaties out for nibbles, treats, and loot.  They are my clean up crew.  Chewing at the forest’s edge, stripping pine needles and grapevine, they keep a slanted eye on me.   Ruby and Stella  are addicts when it comes to licking off the last pink flowers on my knock out rose bushes.  From sun up to sun down, they spend the day manicuring my landscaping.  Once the job is done, carrots are their reward!

Q:  Why did the ram run over the cliff?

A:  He didn’t see the ewe turn.

Q:  Why is it hard to carry on a conversation with a goat?

A:  They are always butting in.

Q:  What do you call an unemployed goat?

A:  Billy Idol

Q:  How do you keep a goat from charging?

A:  You take his credit card away.