Wyoming is… different. One of the many things that surprised me when we moved from Colorado (7 years ago now!) was that the city-workers (at least many of the groundskeepers) have horns!
Crews like these keep down weeds along our local highways and byways. One day we might see them out in front of Wal-Mart, and the next day on a median. Because they favor weeds over grass, they are an ecological means of weeding, fertilizing and aerating the soil.
It seems to be a win-win situation; free lunch for the goats, free maintenance work for the city, and a free diversion for commuters.
Yesterday after piano lessons we passed the roving maintenance herd. To the children’s delight, I determined we had time to stop and pile out of the van for a moment. I think they’ve thanked me a dozen times since–Keegan especially seemed to think that it was the grandest field trip ever. “Thank you mommy for letting us visit the mowing goats!”
Sometimes it pays to pull over and take time to run across a bridge, smell the roses–or, perhaps, even stop to smell the goats!