I hate complaining about the weather, but on the farm, the weather is something that can make or break your livelihood. It’s a life and death kind of thing. We had another day that was supposed to yield possible thunderstorms in the afternoon, and instead, the rain began about nine this morning and has hardly let up.
Since Friday morning we’ve had 3 or 4 inches, and we didn’t need any to start with. It’s stopped all progress on my garage, which means my poor boys are stuck in the inferior shelter I built for them. Fionn seems to have picked up coccidia causing him to have diarrhea. That’s another problem with too much rain. It causes the parasite eggs to float, and the animals are more likely to eat them and become ill. It’s not easy treating a big buck.
I haven’t been able to make hay, so instead of two weeks, I still have my June moms in the north paddock after six weeks. I’m still feeding them hay from last year to try and keep them from over-browsing their little pasture. Despite the hay, Blaze isn’t keeping up with feeding her boys, Ruff and Reddy, and they have picked up worms, like Fionn. I am treating them and giving them supplemental bottles. Hopefully, they’ll recover.
Goats hate rain, so instead of eating in pasture, the rest of the herd is hanging out in the barn all day . That’s another area where the bacteria and parasite eggs are in higher concentration. I have a couple of moms that really need to get out to pasture to eat because they are getting run down.
I already told you Kizzy was thin. Because she can’t go out to pasture and eat, she’s getting thin again. Her kids were also looking thin because they are spending more time trying to nurse her and getting nothing than they are eating. As a result, they picked up worms. I started worming them, but it takes time, and they are weak by the time they show signs of needing wormed.
If your remember, had to move my yard goats into the yard because the shelter up north wasn’t big enough to accommodate everyone with all the heat and rain (and cranky dispositions). All of this means, I had no place to put Kizzy or her kids to help them recover weight and strength.
When I checked everyone in the barn yesterday afternoon while it was raining, Kimmy (Kizzy’s doe) was looking better. The worm medicine was probably helping her. I was glad to see her looking better because I really couldn’t come up with any other place to put her. Sadly, when the goats came up from pasture when they finally got to go out late in the evening, she wasn’t with them. I looked and looked until it was too dark to see, but I couldn’t find her.
With the lightning this morning, I still haven’t been able to go back to look for her, but I’m sure she’s gone. It’s possible she just got worn out from walking in the thick wet grass and couldn’t make it back, or it’s also likely that she was behind the group and got picked off by a coyote. I did find a deer in the pasture that the coyotes had been eating, so I know they are out there even though Llenny keeps them away from my barnyard.
So when I complain about too much rain, it’s because all of this sickness and over-crowding and lack of hay and loss of life comes from too much rain.