Saturday, February 19, 2011
Domino's little bottle baby went to his new home! Yay! A local lady bought him as a buck for her goats.
All the kids and moms are doing well. We have started the countdown for Jennifer and Leanne, five days to go.
Emma went a round with a coyote the other night and wound up making an emergency trip to the vet. She's not too happy
being locked in a crate. I'm surprised at how well she is doing. I, on the other hand, can barely look at her.
Stitches and drainage tubes, ewwwy.
6:46 pm cst
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
What a busy weekend. Gretchen started us off with a little boy on Saturday. Kids are milking for me as
I have pleurisy again and can't breathe the cold air. Anyway, they went to the barn to milk and surprise, Gretchen was
hanging out with her dry little boy (Erik decided it had to be named Tyrone). The kids got her situated in her private
suite, added water, hay, tepee and heatlamp for Ty. I ran up for a quick peek (regretted that for the rest of the evening).
Sunday Olive dropped THREE more babies in the morning. (that would be Bucatini, Tortellini and Gnocchi) two boys and a girl.
If anyone can handle three kids, it's Olive. She milked 1 & 1/2 gallons at her peak last year. Then Monday, Domino
had two kids, a boy (Scrabble) and a girl (Jenga). Unfortunately, Domino is a Nubian and is intelligence challenged.
She ignored the boy, so he was pretty chilled when Katie found him. Once again Katie is the baby mama, we warmed him
in a hot bath and then struggled for hours to try and get him to eat. She finally succeeded, he spent the night inside being
fed frequently as he was still very weak. We tried to give him back to Domino in the morning. He was pretty good at
nursing and she tolerated it as long as we stood there, but by the end of the day she still wasn't willing to let him nurse
without protest and even worse biting him. So.... he's back inside, another bottle baby.
5:49 pm cst
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Oh my gosh, I am NOT cut out for winter living. The snow has drifted around the entrance to the barn, thigh
high. My sweet daughter milked for me last night, unfortunately there was no talking her into it this morning (zero degrees).
As I trudged through the barn drift (filling one boot with snow) I was thinking I am so out of shape. I was huffing and puffing
by time I got inside. I milked, filled hay feeders, fed the cats and headed for the chicken house. Poor little chickies,
so tired of being stuck inside. I opened the door to check food and water supplies and one hen dashed out into the snow. I
think she has learned the lesson look before you leap. Chickens apparently become paralyzed when they disappear in a snow
bank. She patiently waited for me to pick her up and stick her back in the dry house. I started the hike over to feed the
boys and the little girls and kept feeling something catching the back of my boot. I finally stopped and looked and Calvin
was following me so closely he was stepping on my boots. He is so weird, the snow drifts were rubbing his belly. He waited
for me while I took care of everyone, then he escorted me back across the field. I put a hand on his back to steady
myself, he was quite the gentleman.
5:05 pm cst