Tag Archives: Bambi

Friday’s Leftovers

17 Sep

Once again, you are getting my leftovers from when I was out taking pictures of all the crazy things going on this past week.

Victoria and Sidney

Reva

Bambi

Cinnamon

Haley by the barn; Maybeline in the doorway

Dolly

I picked a pie pumpkin that I didn’t think would make it till October, and I forgot it in my truck.  When I finally got around to getting it out to feed to a goat, it was still good.

Haley

I was amazed, and Haley enjoyed it.

We hit the time of year when the blackbirds hold their fall convention on my farm.

All those black spots on the ground and in the trees are birds.

Seriously.  They were loud and everywhere.

Easier to see in the bean field.

There may have been some shenanigans while we were pressing apples last weekend.

My son, my nephew and the Little Farm Hand

Did you know that if you cut an apple in half across the core it has a star?

Every single time!

Some Days

4 Sep

So, I was coming down my gravel road home after work and saw a kid stuck in the south fence. (All images are a reenactment.)

Bambi is not a kid, but she is polled and had her head through the fence, so…

If I see a goat stuck, I get there the fastest way possible. That meant slamming on my breaks and backing down the hill closer to the fence line. Of course, my new, smart car started freaking out and beeping that I was a crazy woman and going to drive into the ditch. Pish.

back up camera

I stopped and went through the ditch to climb the fence. Of course, I did have the presence of mind to hike my dress up to my hip line so I didn’t snag it on the barbed wire. I might have done that at the second fence, and there might have been a car passing by. Don’t worry, I had on those shorts to keep you covered in place of a slip. No problems. Although, I didn’t catch my dress on the barbed wire, I do have a nice scratch on my leg, but at least that will heal.

Then I jumped the ditch in my work sandals. I do not recommend that, but at least it’s dry enough I could cross it without falling in.

Thankfully, the third fence I climbed with my dress up (no cars this time) didn’t have barbed wire on the top. Easy peasy.  By this time, I could tell the stuck goat was Gemma. I’ve touched her maybe once since she was born.

Gemma (zoomed in a ridiculous amount because I can’t touch her)

As I called to her to reassure her that I was coming to the rescue, she panicked. That caused her to start flopping around like a fish out of water while I huffed and puffed up the hill towards her.

It doesn’t look like much, but try running it.

As luck would have it, she wasn’t really stuck. She just needed the motivation (fear of being touched) to help her get out of the fence. So back I went over three fences and a ditch. Of course, that should be the end of the story, but when I got up to the barnyard, I saw Lemuel with his head through the fence.

Lemuel (it started raining, so I’m using old pictures)

Now Lemuel is little and he had his had through a big hole. If he had turned his head literally, ten degrees in any direction, it would have slipped right out. But he thought he was stuck and didn’t even try to move his head to get it out, so he was really stuck. I swear.

Lemuel Goodberry

Some days I wonder why I have goats.

The Osboers

6 Aug

I had someone ask me about my Osboer goats, and it made me realize that I haven’t talked about last names in a long time.  My first buck was a three-quarters Boer goat who came with the name Ozzy.  He was named after Ozzy Osbourne, and I changed that to reflect his breed.  He became Ozzy Osboer.

Ozzy Osboer

All of his kids had that last name, and after I sold him, I kept one of his kids, Goliath.

Goliath Osboer

I still have one of Goliath’s kids–Flower.

Flower Osboer

I still have tons of Osboer goats though because I will always have a buck.  After Goliath was Marley.

Marley

The only kid of his left on the farm is Myson.

Myson Osboer

Marley’s boy, Fionn, has given me more kids than any other buck.  Before I lost him, he gave me 229 kids.

goat buck

Fionn Osboer

In the last few years, I kept some of his girls.  There are quite a few of his descendants on the farm, including a couple of oopsie grandbabies.

Bubbles Osboer

I also have two of his bucks.  The first is Xerxes.

Xerxes Osboer

I’ve already kept a few of Xerxes kids too.

The acrobatic Purl Osboer (Myson looking on)

The second is Fionn’s last buck, Freddie.

Freddie Osboer

I’ll keep Freddie for another year, but his little buck, Frodo, will be used to make my perfect kid.  My hope is that this perfect kid will be a buck.  It will be my 7th generation of Osboer bucks.

Frodo Osboer

In addition to my Osboer bucks, I’ve had several other lines.  I’ll share those tomorrow.