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Pippi the grump

Yesterday dawned a beautiful day.  I am glad because it was hoof trimming Thursday!  The sun was out for the morning and it almost smelled like Spring.

I am sure I have written before about our wonderful shearer Emily.  We always had her shear the sheep when we had them, and as I have some issues with my back, she comes to us to do hooves every few months.  I don’t know what I would do without her!

Our sweet Twig

Our goatie girls have long memories (as does Jingle the donkey).  One or two of them hold grudges for quite awhile after we have someone like the vet out to see them.  Twig is actually the worst.  She wouldn’t talk to us or let us pet her for a few weeks after the vet did Rabies shots last fall.  She was seriously pissed with us.  The other one who has fits is Pippi, our Lamancha herd queen.

Pippi in a pout

When Pippi sees the vet or anyone she is not overly familiar with coming down the driveway, she tries to make herself scarce, running into the adjoining paddock and standing in the corner (you can’t see me here, right???).  All of our goats are extremely friendly, we have culled any that are difficult to handle, and mostly we have no problems corralling them.  Yesterday Pippi did her usual mad break for it, but when we got her on the milk stand, she would not eat the grain we had for her.  Instead, she just put her head down as low as she could get it, and stuck her tongue out at me.  I try not to anthropomorphize animals, but it just killed me to see her standing there giving me the stink eye, with her tongue sticking out like a child who has been caught being naughty!  She stamped and did her best to throw Emily off, but the humans prevailed.  Pippi wasted no time getting back into the paddock, and we all had a good laugh.

It was good to get the hooves taken care of before the girls get too big with babies.  A little over a month.  I am starting to get baby goat fever :*)

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Peanut’s big moment

Peanut’s last bottle

The time has come.  Our little girl is almost 6 months old, and she finally, finally, had her last bottle a day or two ago!  Yay for our Peanut!

I know it seems like a long time, and under normal circumstances we would not have let a kid bottle feed for this long, but it just seemed to be doing her a lot of good.  She didn’t take to grain very easily or quickly, and I think she needed it.  Our Twig the Tank is still nursing on her poor mother Eleganza, and you can definitely tell :*)

Peanut’s hoof trim

In the morning we are still giving Peanut a grain share, but she eats it outside the paddock.  No one else gets morning grain, but since Peanut is really a person and not a goat, she has to come out and help us with the chores anyhow (i.e., standing/jumping on the pile of hay that we carry in a canvas sling – this hurts -, racing back and forth from the driveway to the back of the paddocks, flying onto and off of the milking stand, and so on), so it just makes sense that she can have her feed in peace.  But now instead of having a milk chaser after her grain, she must make do with water.  She is still complaining, but not very hard…  I think she was ready.

Twig gives up the fight

Peanut and Twig were not very impressed last week when it was hoof trimming day!  Our friend Emily, a shearer, comes every few months to help out with the feet, which is very hard on the back for me these days.  We didn’t put the littles on the milk stand like the mamas (their heads would just come back through the stanchion), so Emily had to sit them down on their butts.  Goats have extremely pointy, bony behinds, unlike most sheep, so Peanut kept sliding over, where she just stayed in the end.  Twig twisted around and landed on her back  and just gave up,   although I got the big stink eye from her.

Reddog the studly one

And so it goes.  The weather is gorgeous, cool nights and warmer days.  The bucks are in bucky heaven, pissing copiously all over their faces, beards and legs.  They are very impressed with themselves and are ready for action.  (Too bad there won’t be any girly time until almost November!  Poor things.)  I am looking forward to a beautiful autumn season, and am trying to enjoy every moment of the crickets and the grasshoppers and the singing of the tree frogs while I can.  I think I miss that most when the windows get closed and the frosts come.  But we still have awhile yet.  It’s all good.