They have been promising us another blizzard-type storm. And it is here. Blustery and blowing from the north, it’s a white world again. Not what any of us want to see in March, but this is Maine so that’s how it rolls! (I won’t curse here, I promise).
We are definitely keeping busy with Betsy and her little ones. Betsy is coming along slowly, and I am hoping that she revs into high gear sooner rather than later and gets some eating done. We need to put some weight on her (we are doing all the supportive appetite-inducing things, as well as making sure she has vitamins, probiotics and plenty of minerals, salt, etc). Even though we are bottle feeding those little bugs, they continue to nosh on her as well. At some point I need to decide whether or not it is putting too much stress on her, and if I think it is, I will have to take the babies away. I really don’t want to do that, they all need each other and that could be just as stressful to Betsy, but as the vets say, she is in a ‘negative energy’ zone right now, and I hate to think of her body trying to produce the milk for those hungry, hungry twins. Sigh. It’s always something on a farm!
Dorcas is the next doe in the lineup, and she could freshen at any point. Difficult to tell, and most of our attention is focused elsewhere, so I suspect she will have a big surprise for us any time now. And that will be the halfway mark for us. 4 more girls are due end of March, beginning of April.
The 4 older kids are having plenty of action-packed adventures in the meantime. They can’t help but have fun, because 4 is much more exciting than 2! They love to run the fenceline and torment Fergus the buck on the other side. He very sweetly sniffs them through the fence, and then they hippity hop away to torment someone else. For a few days there Olive, one of Delta’s girls, was trying to sneak treats from Eleganza. El is wise to her now, but for a few minutes there I thought Olive was going to get away with it. They are all too funny. And Twig has figured out how to get into the Sydell blue tub feeder… that is one of the highlights of every goat kid’s life! It’s not a perfect design, because of that, but none of the work-arounds I have tried keep them out. And so it goes. A goat kid’s world is a wonderful place, most of the time.
Just about time for afternoon chores. Time to go out in the storm. Ugh. They say this one is a fast-mover, and I hope they are correct!