I had a wonderful evening. I was picking my Victoria's Purple carrots and feeling really pleased with myself when I saw something that was not good. S#!+, the goats were loose. How the heck did that happen? After I managed to wrestle three goats back into my yard with a toddler firmly glued to my hip, I found the escape hatch. Just like the prisoners in movies, Dolce (the family mutt), had been steadily working on his escape to freedom. He had been digging a hole in a concealed area and chewing on the privacy fence there. Not only did he manage to free himself, he also made the hole large enough for 3, 140 lb dairy goats to squeeze through. Dumb dog.....but I love him.
Anyway, here is a picture of the purple carrots that I picked today. I left some in the garden to get a bit bigger. The chubby orange carrot was supposed to be either danver's half long or red core chateney - it doesn't actually look like either.
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