Tag Archives: Colfax Livestock Sales

Looking for a Llama

11 Apr

It’s generally not a good sign when you see a wake of vultures over the pasture.  They were feeding on the remains of a goose that a coyote got.



I’ve decided I need to devote some time and energy to finding another llama to be a guardian of the herd.

cat in grass


No matter how diligent Bob is, I’m not sure how my little livestock guardian cat would fare against a coyote.

orange tabby cat

I went to the sale barn today.  They had a huge assortment of animals (even laying hens), but do you think they had a llama?

Calves being unloaded

pot-bellied pigs

Goat at sale barn




Nope, so I’m still looking for a llama.

Sharing with SOOC Sunday

Otis and Odin Leave the Farm

17 Mar

I didn’t plan on bottle kids, and three was a bit overwhelming.  I don’t have enough milk in my freezer to raise all three.  They were constantly under my feet and in danger of getting trampled while I was doing chores.  They are young and cute and might get a home as pets.  I took Otis and Odin to the sale barn today.  After I unloaded them, while they were still in the unloading area, I gave them a bottle.

They were there for a little bit, and then they were moved to the holding pens.  Otis looks like he’s about to get his bottle squished out of him, but Odin looks like he’s just hanging out.

They were really good to my kids.  They had an entire pen by themselves so they wouldn’t get picked on.  Since they had just had bottles, they took a nap.

Bottle kids don’t go through the sale like most animals.  Most of them run in to get away from the people when the doors open.  Bottle kids just want to stay with the people, so they get carried in.  They weighed thirty pounds together.

They just explore their way through the sale.

I love you Otis and Odin.  I hope you have a good home.

Here are some of the other animals I saw down there.

Linking to SOOC Sunday and Your Sunday Best

Linking to Homestead Barn Hop

Jack Leaves the Farm

23 May

Sometimes, as much as I hate to do it, I have to sell an animal.  Jack is the latest animal to leave the farm.  He is the billy goat I’ve been using to breed some of my girls for the last three years.  He’s funny and friendly, and I love that he is polled (no horns).  I think if you want a herd of goats without horns, breeding is the way to do it rather than dehorning.  Much less painful for everyone involved.

Unfortunately, Jack has had a couple of babies born with entropion eyes.  This is very painful for the kids and expensive to keep taking care of.  I’ve also had a couple of his kids die under unknown conditions.  I just wonder if it isn’t a genetic defect.  So, I had to say good-bye.  I had a gentleman come and I loaded Jack up, and they were off.

When we got to there, he backed up to the loading chute at the sale barn.

The gentleman gets my information and asks if Jack has ever been with sheep.  There gets to be more and more questions to answer about the animals that go through the sale barn as the government attempts to regulate the industry.  This is in part an effort to end scrapies.

With the ticket written out, it was time for Jack to get off the truck.

He was not too happy about this, and wanted to turn around and get back on the truck to go home.  This is usually when I start feeling horribly guilty and wondering why on earth I came.

Finally he turned and went into a holding pen.

Why? What did I do to deserve this?

Nothing like making me feel guilty.  Eventually, it’s his turn to go through the ring.

Goodness, he looks awfully scruffy.  His neck fur is pretty thin from fighting with Marley.

Then the bidding was done, and Jack was off.  Sniff.  Sniff.

Tomorrow, I’ll share the things that I love about the sale barn because it doesn’t always make me sad.