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A Busy Short Week

12 Sep

I swear this might have only been a four day week with the holiday, but it has been crazy busy.  It started with the roof of my house finally getting shingled this week.

Well, it’s in progress.

Wednesday, as soon as I got home from work, I scooped up Tiger and took him to the vet.  He was fixed the next morning, and my mom picked him up and brought him home Friday morning.  I don’t think it slowed him down at all.

Rocky appreciated a break from the kitten constantly bouncing on him.  Poor boy.

Rocky

As always, I have also been out to pasture counting kids.

I’m still milking.   Onyx is still doing well with training, but she isn’t giving me much.  Most of my girls are starting to slow down their production. I’m down to three quarts a day from the five I had been getting.

Caroline

I weaned Pretzel, but I’m not sure that made things easier because she still follows me and sucks on my fingers and clothes and things she should have a bottle.

Pretzel running to see if I have a bottle.

I also spent a stupid amount of time trying to figure out how I messed up the settings on my big girl camera because it wasn’t focusing properly.  Hours later, I finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t me and the camera is in the process of dying. This poor baby has had a lot of hard use in rather dirty conditions. Sadly, I am not sure when I’ll be able to replace it because they don’t make the same camera anymore, and it’s hard to get electronics (at least the ones I’ve looked at) because of the pandemic.  Hopefully, my dear Nikon can hang in there for a while yet.

It’s been an exhausting week, and the weekend has been even more busy.  It might take me all of next week’s posts just to get through the weekend activities.

Just Stuff

3 Jun

Haley in the greenhouse. She continues to improve.  Hopefully, I can move her up north soon.

Haley

I was a bit surprised when Bob and Rocky were willing to share my bed.  Bob does not do well with other cats.

Bob and Rocky

My silly Maybeline.

Maybeline

Aurora is demanding to be given extra feed.  I try.  Any time I can get it to her without the other llamas or goats attacking us, she gets it.  She really isn’t as thin as she looks.  It’s her skin colors and the shadows and textures from being sheared that makes her look that thin.  She does need to pick up a little weight, but she isn’t that bad for this time of year.

Yes, I keep her feed in the milk room.

I am ready for fresh goat milk, but I just can’t seem to get myself motivated to milk in the morning before teaching early morning classes (I have to be to work at 7:30 am).  But, I’ll be done teaching next week.

Astra feeding Perdita

I’m not so sure Perdita will like this.

Perdita sleeping against her maa

I also need to milk Ava, Cutie, and Joy, but I’m pretty sure I need to work into milking that many goats. My hands need to get their strength built back up.

Ava with one of her triplets, Geo

So it might be not quite such a bad thing that those nasty ganders were so mean.  Right now, with the little honkers, they are pretty safe.  As soon as the geese got past her, Zinnia was quick to get away from them.  Those little ones are pretty safe because they have such mean parents.

Geese squawking through the barn.

Dolly might have to be restricted in the milk room.  She’s almost getting fat.

Dolly and Pluto

I’m not sure that’s a bad thing at her age.

Still Surviving.

31 Dec

I still don’t have a working furnace and am still dealing with CO. I do wish the CO detector had come with better instructions.  After it went off again, I called the local fire department, and the chief, my cousin, came out with the department’s CO reader.  It gave me a ppm (parts per million) number.  Unfortunately, neither one of us knew what it meant.  I did some searching on-line, and found the information I needed–what is a safe level of CO.  Ironically the website was from the company which made the detector.

The CO reader said my house was at 68/69 ppm.  We turned the furnace on to see what happened, and it climbed to 71 in just a couple of minutes.  That explains why I had to take a nap and was tired.  Sky didn’t even wake up to go do chores with me, but once I got out there, I had more energy again.  My eyes.  My eyes were killing me.  Crazy stuff.  Anyhow, I took most of the cats back to the soap room, kicked Sky and Bob outside, and I spent the night at my dad’s again.

Rocky had to have a way to look out the window.

The detector was still going off when I came out in the morning.  At least this time, I knew to just let it keep screaming instead of restarting it and having to wait another eight hours to see that it was still in unacceptable levels. That meant I had to figure something out because our weather is turning horribly cold again tonight.  I had already been planning on cleaning the soap room out so I could paint the floor, so I just cleaned it out and turned it into a nice little living space (sort of).

The last thing was to bring Sky into the soap room.  He was extremely grateful and happy to be back inside with everyone.  So much for no animals in the soap room.  Sigh…

Sky

He was amazingly well behaved also.  I told him not to go out in the milk room (where the cat litter is), and he listened.  He’s such a good boy.

Of course, as soon as I got him moved, the alarm quit sounding.  That’s a good thing, but still…  Anyhow, I moved the detector to the upstairs.  So far it hasn’t gone off.  Tonight I’ll move it to the basement, and if it doesn’t go off down there, then I can move the cats back in.

Leo

I’m already back in the house with Sky because we will stay on the first floor that I know is cleared out.  I just hope the heaters manage to keep the house warm with the frigid temperatures coming.  I guess, if it doesn’t I can always go back out to the soap room.

This is really not how I planned to spend my winter break.  Here’s to a better 2019! (Although, I cannot express how lucky and grateful I feel right now that this did not turn out worse.)