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Margarita is Home!

18 Oct

I got to bring Margarita home from the hospital tonight.  She’s still on antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory, but she is doing much better.

(Soon-to-be) Dr. Kelsey and Midnight Margarita

The car ride home tuckered her out, but I just left her eating some hay and nibbling on the bit of green stuff in the Love Shack pen.

showing off her injuries

I do have on good authority that it may be (soon-to-be) Dr. Kelsey who spoiled her.  Although I heard rumors of a whole group of vet med students scouring the grounds at the hospital looking for dandelion leaves to feed Miss Margarita.


At the Hospital

12 Oct

Just got back from taking Margarita to the hospital.  She’s going to spend the night and get some fluids and nutrition.  She’s also got a low grade fever, so they’re going to do blood work in the morning to see what will be the best course of treatment.

And since I haven’t had time to think of a picture, you get a random goats in pasture shot.


Coyote Attack

11 Oct

Yesterday afternoon when I went out to do chores, I thought Margarita looked a bit dumpy, so I decided I’d better worm her.  I got a new wormer, but I haven’t had time to get all the kids wormed (that’s another whole story).  Anyhow, I caught her and when I gave her the wormer, she yelled.  It sounded like she had laryngitis.  When I took my hand away from under her mouth, it had blood on it.  Then I noticed she was shaking.  I kinda freaked and called my vets.  Have I mentioned that I love my vets.  They were scheduled full, but Dr. Schmitz said he’d stop on his way home.  I was a wreck by the time he got here.

Midnight Margarita

I thought of an injury, or pneumonia, or goat tuberculosis (is that even a thing?).  Anyhow, he did a quick check and then said it looked like a bite.  It was a coyote because it had grabbed her by the throat for the kill.  Luckily, most of her wounds are superficial, but she has so much swelling that it’s hard for her to breathe.  She’s getting antibiotics for the bite wounds and the lungs and a pain killer/anti-inflammatory to help her breathe.  She’s not out of the woods, but she is holding her own.


I thought really hard about how she could have ever escaped a coyote.  As bad as her swelling is, it had a good grip on her.  I have only one possible answer.  The llamas were on the front pasture, and for some reason, the goats had gone out to the Back Forty that morning, so it wasn’t the llamas.  The cows wouldn’t do anything to protect a goat.  Margarita does, however, have one bad ass mom.  All summer, I watched Sky taunt Maggie through the fence.  She would snort and stomp and hit at him through the fence.  I have no doubt that she hit the coyote, surprising it enough to drop Margarita so they could get away.  Maggie gets my mom-of-the-year award.

Too busy and crazy for any pictures, but I’ll try to show you how she’s doing tomorrow.