A neighbour has decided to plant vines in two former horse paddocks in front of her house. The two plots had been ripped with a bulldozer last autumn and since then they have been left, over winter, to the machinations of the weeds. The wild oats, barley, mustard and wild radish were shoulder high this time last week, but that was before the goats arrived - about 50 of them. The weeds are now stubble.
Napa Goats is a business that rents out domestic goats (Capra aegagrus hircus) to folks in need of vegetation control. I want to hire the goats to nibble away at the Himalayan blackberries (Rubus armeniacus) that are threatening to take over Vinoland. I swear, along with cockroaches and Twinkies, blackberry plants would survive a nuclear apocalypse. I need those goats. However, Vinomaker is worried that the goats would escape into the vineyard. But I'm thinking that if I did hire the goats and they somehow got loose in the vineyard Vinodog 2, with her Border Collie blood, would, at long last, be gainfully employed like the Napa Goats.
