Archive | July, 2022

Herbie the Love Bug

31 Jul

This kitten had no clue about food bowls or anything in a building or people.  He fought when I caught him.  I’m sure he was truly feral. He kept hissing at me the next morning when I gave him food again (because he did not move from his hiding place all night) and began the taming process.  By the next afternoon, he had earned a name, Herbie the Love Bug.

I’ve never seen a kitten go from feral to snuggly so fast.

Just Some of the Animals

30 Jul

With trying to get the barn cleaned out, I haven’t had much time to take pictures, so I’m just giving you a few leftovers from the last week or so.

How I wish I could get Zora tamed down to keep her.

3 generations: Daisy, Zora, and Bambi

Xerxes

Margarita’s kids: Terry and Howie

I thought the birds would have eaten all the green stuff out of the pen by now, but the chickens don’t seem to care for what’s growing in there.

The little flowers in front of Mr. Peacock are stinking chamomile.  I am deathly allergic to them. I’m going to have to get rid of it before it spreads and I can’t even get in to take care of them, but I hate to spray things.

Mr. Peacock

Pasture is still tall and the seeds have dropped.  At this point we’re putting off making hay.  It might even be fall, but if we get rain, it will really improve the quality of hay at this point.

Purl walking through pasture.

Aurora–the last picture I took of her.

Cinnamon still has all of her fur!  I’m hoping to stay on top of the copper so she doesn’t get that bare streak down her face again before the winter.

Cinnamon

Flower is still looking really good!

Flower

Miss Goose is enjoying her pool and not sitting on a nest.

Miss Goose

And some not quite livestock.

Bob under the deck when it was really hot

Sky

Enjoy!

Zinnia’s Drama

29 Jul

I saw Zinnia come up from pasture by herself Thursday morning after only being out there for an hour.  That could only mean one thing–babies.

Zinnia in the Love Shack

I put her in the Love Shack and watched and waited.

Finally, after her hard contractions had seemed to quit and she was not really doing anything about an hour after I figured she’d have them, I checked her.  The baby was right there in position.  I told her she better lie down and push with the next contraction. Well, she did lie down.  She did not push.  So I went in and pulled her baby.  There was no reason for me to have pulled it.  There was plenty of room and she came right out.

I let her wash the baby and rest for a minute.  I was pretty certain there was another one in there, so I checked.  Way in the back I felt feet.  That was all I could feel.  The baby was still way back in one horn of her uterus, and I remembered Ava’s baby with the head back, so I decided to just let her have some contractions and move the baby forward.

She did.  And then I checked again.  I could still find feet, but no head.  I don’t do headless pulls, and I was still fresh off Ava’s boy having his head back, so I called the vet.  I could tell she was having contractions, but she never pushed.  He got here and I warned him that Zinnia would snort at him.  We walked into the Love Shack, and as he got his glove on, she snorted at him (she cracks me up).  The he went in and pulled the baby.  It was just backwards.  No wonder I couldn’t find a head.  But I couldn’t feel the tail through the bag, and I was being careful not to break the bag because I didn’t know what I’d find or how long it would take the vet to get here.

So I have no idea why she refused to push.  It was probably the vet’s easiest ob call in quite some time.  Despite the drama, she had two beautiful little Benji girls and all three are doing well.

The whole family

Barbie looks like daddy, Benji

Jeanie

That means we’re done kidding for the year.