As I write this the rain is streaming down the windows of the farmhouse and the goat trails throughout the pasture are thick with boot sucking mud. Our goats are home for the winter and are snuggled inside their goat shed eating sweet smelling hay that we cut, raked and baled last summer for them. We feel good about proving a warm safe space for them to ride out the storm and knowing that they hay we painstakingly made was worth every hour it took to harvest, haul and store.