Junebug checks out Luke in his most amazing birthday present: his great-grandfather’s onesie.  Hackett was his name. & the sound of a goat cracking a baby green apple in its jaw? It is a good sound.

& this is what your raspberry collection might look like the week after you let your goats help themselves first. That being said. I am optimistic about the late bloomers. The milkers cleared some excellent paths through all the wild bramble and ate a lot of the foliage leaving just the berries to soak up the rest of the suns magic.  Stay tuned. I am still dreaming of a pie. Or at least a tart.