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Terrific Twosomes

17 Nov

For some reason I got to thinking about my old ladies and how I don’t often keep both kids from twins, but two of my oldest goats are twins–Stormy and Litha, born in 2008.

Litha in 2015

They are the first set of two I kept because I just couldn’t decide which one to keep.  Then I had an epiphany and realized I could keep them both if I wanted to.  So I did.

Stormy from 2017

There are only two other sets of twins left in full:  Bonnie and Blaze (b. 2011)

Blaze and Bonnie from 2012

and Sidney and LilyAnn (although they are two of a set of triplets).  Honestly, their brother was the only nice one of the bunch.  Dang sweet boys.

Sidney, Andy and LilyAnn (front) in 2017

Anyhow.  I kept Flower and Bud (b. 2010), and Flower is still here.

Flower and Bud in 2016

Casey is here, but I just lost Cookie earlier in the fall.  They were also two of a set of three.

Casey and Cookie (b. 2011) in May 2019

I still have Coral (2011), but we lost her twin, Clover, last year.

Clover and Coral from 2011

Haley (b. 2011) lost her (triplet) sister Harley last year also.

Haley and Harley in 2012

I kept two sets who are both gone now–Maggie and Marley.

Maggie and Marley (my original “tail count” kids from 2009)

And Pistol and Vinnie.

Dolly with Pistol and Vinnie in 2010

I sometimes can’t believe how long I’ve been raising goats now.  They certainly do have a way of stealing your heart.

Cookie Blackboer

14 Sep

Cookie has struggled with anemia and bottle jaw due to the copper deficiency for the last three years.

Cookie with Chiffon and Marge snuggled in to stay warm last winter

Sunday it got the best of her, and I had to say farewell to my Cookie girl.

Above right with kids Chiffon and Marge; Below left with her brother Casey and mom, Scarlet

She always made me laugh.

Farewell, Cookie Blackboer.

Dangit, Milo!

11 Aug

Milo and Addie were both likely to get their heads stuck.  Once I caught Milo and put him up north, he kept getting his head stuck, but not as often.  When I finally put him down south, he quit getting his head stuck.

Freddie, Milo, and Xerxes

That’s why I didn’t bother to try and figure out how to catch the wild thing to sell on Saturday.

Then, Saturday night, he got stuck.

He got stuck on Sunday.  He fights me every second of getting his head unstuck.  That means I’m nearly strangling him several times before I actually get his head out.  But he still keeps putting it through.  I’m now wishing I had hauled him down and sold him last weekend.

Not even a thank you before running away (Freddie watching).

And before anyone tells me that’s why they won’t have goats with horns, I had to literally cut Cookie’s head out of the fence on Saturday evening also. (I thought about making her wait for me to get the camera and take a picture, but I decided to be nice.)


Don’t even ask me how she does that, but it’s not the first time I’ve had to do that.