Steve,
They can't sell Remedy here or anything else that will kill Star Thistle. Even CalTrans had to stop using some of the stuff they used. You would think these dam thistles are an endangered species or something and they stick so bad they make your legs bloody.
Brent,
Only recycled manure is legal here and it has to be non toxic in case you swallow some of it.
Also no Goats except on a ranch or out of city limits. They must confuse the dog catchers to much.
Following is a fictional decription of what would happen if I had two goats.
Bought two goats, one I named Brent and one Steve. Put them in upper lot and they instantly took a dislike to each other but co-existed for a day or so. I have one rose bush that I still haven't cut and it has briars on it that are 8' long. Brent bit Steve in a bad place and Steve instantly kicked Brent under the chin with his right hind hoof. I had the wheel barrow and was on my way to cut the rose bush when this occurred. Brent and Steve, now highly ticked at each other turn and face off. Backing up about 10 paces each they lower their heads, snort a couple of times and charge full speed ahead. And Missed each other. Brent winds up in the middle of that big mess of rose briars, Steve hits the wheel barrow bending the side and tumbling over it. Steve gets up somewhat dazed, observes a little blood on front legs and shakes his head to clear it. Brent is busy getting out of the rose bushes and looks as if he has been turned into hamburger. Brent, observing that Steve has little blood becomes agitated again and really charges, head down. Steve steps aside and Brent goes over the 5' bank that is above my shed, which he hits the corner of dead on. Deciding I had best break this playful stint up, I get my slingshot and a few of the steel balls. My neighbor had walked out and was watching this so he is having a great laugh. Until I shot Steve in the butt with the steel ball. The steel ball glances off Steve and hits the neighbors car window leaving a really nice spider webb of cracks. Now Steve, seeing only me decides I must be responsible for the stinging in his rear end and charges. I duck through the gate and slam it. The animal control comes and claims I have mistreated Brent and Steve and they have to be on a farm. They are now happily living on a 100 acre ranch, I have a car window to pay for, and the upper lot is as clean of everything as it would be if I had swept it. Except the STAR THISTLE. Neither Steve nor Brent would touch that. Thanks for the help guys.
Ron
