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Bambi’s Lucky and Daisy is Crazy

9 Jun

Saturday was a wild and crazy day from start to finish, and I didn’t have my camera for any of it.  It began with my 6:15 am check of pregnant girls wearing my night shirt and muck boots.  That’s pretty much standard “checking goats” attire.  When I went out the door, I saw the tails of the entire herd (including three llady llamas) headed over the hill in the bean field.

Myson climbs on the panels. He’s actually accidently climbed over and not been able to get back.  Old twine can’t handle his weight.

It ended with my 10:15 pm check of pregnant girls, once again in jammies and muck boots.  I couldn’t find Bambi.  Seriously.  I went around the barnyard and through the whole barn like three times.  My heart sank.  That meant she was in the Back Forty with her baby or babies.  Alone with coyotes.

Bambi (about a week ago)

I took my little flashlight and started sweeping across the hill in front of me.  I knew they had gone out late, so she had to be on this side of the ditch.  That made the area to search much smaller.  I was hoping to glimpse a flash of Bambi’s white as I swept the light back and forth.  I thought I saw her once, but it was just an old stump.

Ironically, I have a picture of the stump because it’s the one Antigone got stuck in last summer.

I kept going on the bottom.  I would occasionally call her name.  No answer.  Then, as I was walking, right in front of me was a place where the foot-and-a-half tall grass was all flattened.  In the middle of that flattened grass was a bright white baby all dry and curled up asleep.  No Bambi.


I scooped up the Lucky baby and kept walking, thinking bottle kid and coyote and all kinds of horrible thoughts, but logic kicked in.  There was no blood.  The baby was snuggly happy.  She probably was trying to hide herself close by.  I kept calling to her, but she didn’t answer.  By this time, I was heading up the hill back towards the barnyard.  Lucky got a bit fussy and started calling to his mom too.  Then I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye.  There it was again.  Bambi was headed down to where she had left her baby.

I called to her, and Lucky called again, and she changed her course to us.  I let them bond for a minute while I kid a bit more searching for any other baby; although, it would be completely unlikely that she had them in two different places.

The goat that avoids me like the plague was glued to my side as we walked back to the barnyard.  A lot of times, you  have to hold the baby in front of them and coax a mom to come.  Not this time.  She was practically leading the way to the barnyard.

She was quite happy to be home with her little Lucky boy.  I think the look says it all: Why weren’t you out there to help me sooner?  Sorry, Bambi, it was quite the day.

This morning, I noticed Daisy.  She wasn’t really doing anything overt to suggest she was going to kid, but she looked like she had dropped and…

If you’re going to have a baby, why not on the compost pile?


Last year it was on top of the work bench.

Kidding in 2018

She never pushed.  The bag was out. The bag broke.  She had contractions, and she never pushed.  Finally, I decided I had to intervene.  Because if she’s not going to push, I have to pull.  Daisy, however, is crazy.  I couldn’t catch her.  She ran, I tried to corner her; she eluded me.  She tried going out to pasture, but I snuck past and headed her off. I finally found a couple of cattle panels to sort of block and direct her, and I finally got her trapped in a corner and drug her across the barnyard.  I do literally mean dug–I think her hooves left inch deep furrows all the way.

Daisy and her 2019 doe

We got to the greenhouse, and I snapped a collar on her and felt big feet.  She really just needed to push.  Anyhow, she has a big daughter.

This little girl looks a lot like daddy, Zeus.

Crazy brat.  (By the way, she gets it from her maa, Bambi.)  Hopefully, the crazy skips this generation.

Only two more to go!

Still Working

26 Jul

I haven’t taken a lot of pictures of the animals lately because I’ve just been busy working.  Scooping the buildings is still a priority.  I’m currently working on the buck pen.

I had to quit because Xerxes was in a panic over me being in there while he wanted to nap.  I didn’t complain because I’m old and can’t do the all day scooping like I used to.

Fionn and Xerxes

I was going to finish it today, but we had a rain overnight.  The rain is good.  We were horribly dry again, and this will also help the compost pile settle (picture before the rain).

We’ll see when it gets done now.  At least we still have cool weather in the forecast.  For the record, that really thick part is from the llamas’ poop pile.  I dearly wish they would make those piles outside.

The other thing I had to do this summer was empty the bulk bin.

For some reason, the corn seemed a little lower quality than I like to feed to the goats.  I’m not feeding corn this summer while they are fat from pasture, so I wanted to empty it, hose it down and let it air out.  I emptied it into buckets and took to my nephew for his cows.  Yes, I can get fifteen cat litter buckets in the Ranger.

The cows looked like they would prefer I just gave it directly to them.

When I got it emptied, I reached in, and it was gross.  This is what is plastered to the sides for quite a ways up.

And it really smells bad too.  And it draws flies like crazy.  Yuck.

I’m trying to figure out how to clean it (I’m thinking power washer), and then I have to figure out how the moisture got in it in the first place.  I can’t fill it just to let the corn rot again.

Working Weather

21 Jul

I decided to use this past week’s better weather to finally clean out my garage.    I am so tired of it being a livestock barn.

I had to kick the boys and Buster and Aurora out of the small paddock.  The bucks were not happy that they had to wait a couple of hours before they could lounge in the buck room.

Fionn and Xerxes

I am piling it in there to try and fill in the hole where we hauled dirt.  It will compost into nice dirt.

I divided it into a multiple day project (mostly because I switched to removing twine from the barn).  I can at least see how much progress I made that first day.

Buster was happy to be let back into the little paddock.  He was happy to get to his dust bowl (and I was nice enough to not get anything icky in it).

I’d hate to mess up their dust baths.


After we finished putting up hay, I managed to come back to this project.  I still have to take out my fence and do touch up scooping before I can really get it fully  back to my garage, but I’m making progress!

Then it’s on to the buck room.  I’ll add that to my compost pile too.  It should really start to fill that dip in nicely.

After that, I have the Love Shack, the Greenhouse, and the barn.  It keeps me busy!  I just hope the decent weather lasts.