Tag Archives: Bambi

Scurs

2 Sep

You might recall that Antigone had really weak horns that she kept ripping off.  I do think it was a genetic trait from her dad because a couple of her half-sisters also have those weird horns.  They just aren’t anywhere near as bad as Antigone’s.  That’s probably a result of her being an inbred oopsie baby.  Anyhow, I had the vets remove those horribly weak horns.  She was really older than one would typically dehorn, but it was medically necessary in her case.

Antigone

Well, one reason I don’t routinely dehorn my goats is scurs.

They tend to still get little horn growths that are loose and eventually fall off just to start the process all over again.  But with Antigone, there really wasn’t much of a choice.  She’s spent all summer growing loose scurs.

Often, when the scur comes off, it’s a bloody mess; although not as bad as what it was when Antigone was ripping her whole horn off.

Cows don’t do that as badly.  You remove a cow’s horn, and it’s just gone.  MJ, my steer, was actually born scurred; he had little sorta horns that were weak and didn’t really amount to much.  They were removed, and that was it.  Now, most farmers have selectively bred horns out of their cattle because being polled (without horns) is the dominant trait.

MJ (from 2013)

Unfortunatley, in goats there tends to be other undesirable genetic traits (such as hermaphrodites) that are paired with being polled that makes this less of a desirable option.

Bambi “I have no undesirable traits.”

Anyhow, back to Antigone.  I’m happy to say that Antigone’s longer scur fell off.

Even though I had prepared by purchasing blood stop powder, cotton pads, and vet wrap, it was completely bloodless and pain free.

Hopefully, that trend continues because she’s had enough pain from those horns.

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Mini-Llamas

16 Jul

Every day when the goat herd goes out to pasture, that is the time I carry sweet feed across the barnyard to feed the girls still locked up north.  My three moms up there really do need a little bit extra yet.

Bambi (Lucky and Frisco were chewing on my while I took the picture)

There’s plenty of pans for everyone to find a place to eat.

Angela and Moira (Joy in the background)

Then I feed the llamas.

Odie, Maybeline, Aurora, Marge, and Chiffon

Cookie’s girls seem to think they are mini-llamas.

They are always the first ones there to get the llama feed.

I even put a fourth pan out for the two of them to share.

It looks like I might need to set another pan out.  Poor Aurora.

More Moving Goats

26 Jun

I keep telling you that goat herding is really nothing but moving goats from one place to another.

Lucky, Bambi and Dahlia

I moved more goats around.  I wanted to get Vinnie and LilyAnn out of the buildings by themselves and in a larger space.

Vinnie and Vulcan

I’m also not about to play hide-and-goat seek with the littlest kids on the farm, so they had to go up north.

Venus

I’m sure Ringo will like getting to play with other kids.  Although, can you see LilyAnn giving me the stink eye?  I trimmed her hooves, and it was a bit melodramatic.  Seriously…

Ringo napping by his maa, LilyAnn

Anyhow, it was already crowded up there, and I was feeding hay and lots of sweet feed, but the March babies were not getting much to eat, so I kicked them out.

Penelope and Pepe in front of Myson, Victoria, and Gouda

I was not happy that Mary was trying to let Bubbles and Tootles nurse. She doesn’t have anything.  That’s why I could let these kids out.

Bubbles and Mary

Their moms are completely dried up.  I know they are dried up because I am not milking my girls that I’ve milked for the last seven years.

Cinnamon with doe Athena to the left and buck John to the right; Haley’s boys Hook and Smee and Cookie in the background

I did leave Astra and Ava’s kids up there because they would just start nursing their moms again.

Angela, Moira, and Squanto

I also kicked out Cookie and Zinnia.  Their kids are a little older; hopefully, they won’t get lost in the pasture.

Cookie and Marge

I am also doing a horrible job of making little miss Joy into a sweet girl.  She says she’s way too sassy to be tamed.

Joy and Zinnia

We’ll see.  I’m not giving up yet.