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Just Some Thoughts

23 Aug

Sometimes, I see a goat or llama and panic because I think they are dead or stuck.  One example of that happened when I was going through the barn the other day.  See Flower.

Tansy in the doorway; arrow pointing to Flower

Well, she looked horrible.  But, she was actually just hanging out back there.

I don’t know why they like to stand behind that door, but there’s several of the goats who hang out there.

I’m not sure he’s looking good, but Mr. Peacock is looking naked.

one long feather is still attached; the rest are just lying there.

It only took about a week for the majority of his feathers to fall out.

He’s still handsome.

In good news, the stinking chamomile that I’m so allergic to is dying down.  I’m hoping the birds will keep it eaten down next summer.

brown leghorn

Sometimes I wonder why goats don’t like me.  I worked so hard to tame down Ostara.  She does like being petted and butt scrubbies, but most of the time she prefers not to be touched.  She’s a gingerbread goat (run, run, as fast as you can; you can’t catch me; I’m the gingerbread goat).

Ostara enjoying betting petted and looking annoyed at the same time.

Then, there’s Brigit.  I would pet her sometimes when I was trying to tame Ostara, and she’s actually nicer than Ostara.


And Zora is still as wild as can be.

Zora is even beyond a gingerbread goat; she just wild.

Goofy goats. Whatever.  I need more wild goats, don’t I? No. I don’t. I want nice goats.  In fact, if Trace doesn’t get bred this year I’ll think about selling her.


I really am tired of wild goats.  And she used to take a bottle from me!  Seriously.

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


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.


Flower is still looking really good!


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



Wild Things

27 Jul

One evening, I looked out my window and saw a raccoon running along the fence in my yard.  Now I am perfectly fine with raccoons living out in pasture. That’s where they belong.  They do not belong in my yard or barnyard.  Because I hate what they do to chickens.  My nephew just lost all but three of his chickens to a raccoon earlier in the summer.

Staring at my chickens in their pen.

I’ve worked on my pen and I try to keep them secure, but it would be completely possible for one to dig under and the kill my birds.  This thing needs to go away.  In the meantime, I’m back to shutting the birds in the building at night.  Thank goodness, we’ve cooled down some.

The peacock and chickens

While my dad and I were scooping in the barn (I was amazed and thankful that he came and helped), I noticed we had someone in the barn with us.

rat snake

I am guessing s/he was looking for a nice snack of baby barn swallow.

barn swallow

I have to say, there does not seem to be any little ones in the nests right now.  I’m not sure if it is just a lull in the season or if the snake already managed to clear the nests.

I do discourage such behavior because the barn swallows help with eating a lot of insects, so I suggested he try hunting mice instead.

Tasting an old peacock feather

After all, it is a rat snake (more specifically a western fox snake).

A good three feet in length.

This dude was constantly with us slithering up and down the walls.  Finally, I had to catch it and move it into another section of the barn.

Of course, when I picked it up, it had to shake its tail like it was some kind of rattle snake to try and scare me.  I was not impressed.  But I did tell him, he would prefer not to have me step on him while I was scooping manure and didn’t see him.

I was truly impressed with the self-restraint my dad showed by not using the potato fork on the snake.  He does. not. like. snakes.  At all.  But I’m good with it hunting mice in the barn.

Finally, when I let my dog out to go to the bathroom before bed last night, he went crazy, and then I heard it too.  Mewing.  I don’t know how I got him to come back in the house, but I did.  Now my dog loves my cats, but if a stray shows up in the yard, he’ll kill them.  I didn’t really want to have to remove a kitten body.

Sky, Salem, and Tiger

So I got food, and as I came back out with it, he was munching on a bug.  Bob came and was his usual ambassador of ill will.  There was hissing, so I put Bob in the house.

After letting it eat and hovering a hand over it for a few minutes, I struck.  I grabbed the little furball by the scruff of the neck, and he fought like I was the German shepherd grabbing him.  But, I got him into the soap room.

Now I’m trying to get him tame and healthy so that I can hopefully find a good home for him.