This summer while we were in Idaho, we ate a lot of watermelon. And every time we cut one up, we would save the rinds for my brother’s goats. Even when we were trying to be sneaky and quickly toss them because we weren’t going to see my brother for a few days, my dad would remind us to save them for the goats!

Now we’re home, still eating watermelon (clearly a family favorite) and there’s no goats in sight and yet the rinds still seem to be a valuable commodity. I asked the boys to take the rinds to the green waste barrel and I found them going to town on the back patio. There was a large bowl of freshly cut watermelon on the counter, and yet, this was their preferred method of eating. My very own little goats. 🙂