Tag Archives: Cookie

Fence Problems

11 Sep

For some reason, Astra has gotten her head stuck in the fence twice in the last week or so.  Stinker.  I hope she’s smart like her mom and figures it out.

Astra Goodberry

Before you tell me I should remove their horns and I wouldn’t have that problem, I will tell you Cookie, who is naturally polled, got her head stuck in fences twice this summer.

Bambi with her head through the fence. Moose in front.

Yeah, she’s just talented.  No picture of that, so you just get Bambi reaching through the fence.

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Hide and Goat Seek: The Extreme Version

18 Jun

Cookie and I have been having an ongoing battle.  She wants to take her kids to pasture, and I tell her no.  It’s just too much pasture and the grass is too tall.  The other day, I missed the goats going out to pasture, and, sure enough, her kids were not in the barnyard. I took off after them and found her little black and white boy (Biscuit) at the edge of the ditch.  He must have stumbled down and not been able to figure out how to get back up.  I carried him back to pasture and hurried out to look for his brother (Butter).


I looked high.  I looked low.  I looked all over the back hill.  I could not find him anywhere.  I did, however, see lots of other cool stuff.  (By the way,  all images are a recreation. I don’t carry a camera and rarely a phone when I’m playing hide and goat seek.)

Most of the time I was on the back hill, I was tripping over Caroline.  Sometimes, I have a hard time getting her to go back with her maa so I can do my farmer stuff.

Caroline by Annie

After two and a half hours in the hot sun, I gave up.  I didn’t know what else to do.  I hiked back to the barnyard with a blister on my heel because I just went after them and didn’t change shoes.  When I got to the barn, I immediately noticed Cookie’s second boy.  I think the great goat god must have returned him because I know he wasn’t there when I left.



Anyhow.  I was just grateful they were all back together.  Things were going well.  Cookie even took Butter out to pasture Saturday morning and brought him back home.  That evening everyone went out to pasture, and I checked to make sure all the kids were still in the barn.  Yep.  All the new little ones were sleeping happily.

I puttered around in the barnyard–feeding chickens, getting Maggie back out of the bean field, giving my old ladies some grain.  Then I noticed a handful of goats were in the barnyard.  I saw Pistol feeding her kids and decided I’d milk my four girls quickly.  Fifteen minutes.  That’s what it took.  Then I checked kids again.  Cookie’s boys were gone.  I was not happy.  I immediately went out to pasture to try and catch up to her before they got tired.  They weren’t with her.  I asked her where her kids were, and she did call to them a couple of times, but she also went to the barn.


I looked all over in the barnyard.  I went back to pasture.  I didn’t think they could have gotten too far in just fifteen minutes.  I focused on the first hill going out of the barnyard.   Once those kids fall asleep, you’re just out of luck.  They won’t answer anyone but their mom (except Caroline).  They sleep.  They stay still.

It finally got too dark for me to keep searching.  I kind of hoped they had just been really hidden in the barnyard, and I’d come out to find them with their mom in the morning.  No such luck.  They were still missing.  I immediately started searching all along the front hill and down into the bottom.  I didn’t find them, but I did notice a red-winged blackbird that kept acting really weird.  Usually they just sit there and sing, but this one was circling me and yelling.

I went back to the barnyard and encouraged the goats to come out so that Cookie could call to them. I kept searching.  Finally, the goats were headed back to the barnyard.  Cookie did try calling when we were just approaching that first hill.  Nothing.  I would think I heard a kid, but the wind was so strong I couldn’t really tell.

I was getting desperate.  The red-winged blackbird was still going crazy every time I came close to the bottom.

Finally, when I was on top of the hill, he was crying loudly and circling.  When I looked to the ground, I thought I saw a flash of white.  I focused my eyes and went straight to where it was.  Cookie’s boys!  They were hot and skinny, but they were standing there.  I grabbed them and cried and thanked the blackbird.  It was a horrible sight I’m sure.

Since this is a recreation, the kids will be played by the letter X.

I brought them back up to the barnyard.  They drank and drank and drank.

I have threatened Cookie if she tries to take them to pasture until they get bigger.

She never did find me the first time. Tee hee.

Thanks to a red-winged blackbird the final score is Farmer Teresa 3/Goats 1.

By the way, the last week has been so busy, I think I have at least another week’s worth of posts from it, so bear with me if I have a weird time delay and get things out of sequence.

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We’re Hot

13 Jun

For the last four days, we’ve been about ten degrees above our historic average, and it looks like it’s going to continue for another four days.  So far in the month of June we’ve had not a drop of rain. That means it’s been miserable weather for kidding and everything.  Today, I moved Pistol and her kids to the greenhouse because it’s a little cooler.  I could open the east door and at least let some air through.

Pistol and Astra

Every time the goats come up from pasture, they want a drink of water (kids too), so I’ve been filling the tubs several times each day.

Bambi with Quincy in front and Queenie behind

Poor Maggie and Harley do not do well in the heat, and with new babies, I have them up with Minnie and Helen so they don’t have to go out to pasture.

Maggie with Tequilla

All day today, I kept an eye on Clover.  See the red mug on the bench?


In typical Pistol fashion, she decided to bust the top out of it today.  Brat.  I’ve been using that mug for my iced tea for twenty-one years.

Finally, Clover had her kids.  In keeping with the Sam tradition, we have a huge buck with wattles and a nice sized girl with wattles.

Poor Cookie’s boys have had some lung issues.  I’m not sure if they didn’t get the fluid all cleaned out or if they caught a touch of something, but they were open mouthed panting when I checked them, so they went into the milk room.

That made milking a bit more fun this evening.  Yes, the black and white one (they really need names) is peeing on my floor.

Andy, Dolly and Cookie’s boys

I just took them back out to Cookie to nurse.

Cookie and kids

You can see, they are still favoring one side.  I’m still milking some out to make it easier for them to nurse.  I’ll keep checking them to see if they need to go back into the milk room for a while this evening.

My poor old geese are panting.

The llamas are actually handling the weather fairly well.  Granted, they are spending a lot of time in the barn, but they are not seeming stressed.

“Don’t make me go out in the hot sun.” -Maybeline.

I usually have the dog out in the yard whenever I’m doing anything outside because it scares me to leave him in the house with Rocky.  They have way too much fun.

The good news is that we have a decent chance for a bit of rain overnight.  That would be good.  I’m really ready for the break to more normal temperatures though.  You want to know the really good news?  With Clover having her kids, I will actually get to sleep all night tonight!  I’m excited!

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