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New Blood

25 Jul

I’ve been saying for several years that I need new blood for the goat herd, that is I need to buy a new buck.  I put it off when I got the diagnosis of copper deficiency because I wanted to get that under control first. Then there was a pandemic.  After selling Tiger, I hit the point of critical need for new blood.  See every buck I have is an Osboer.  Xerxes is a Fionn baby.  I love Xerxes, but he sometimes gives me tiny kids; he sometimes gives me huge kids.  In Maisie’s case, he gave me the extremes in one birth.  I would like to quit breeding him because of this.  I would sell him, but he’s crazy wild.  I would just have to shoot him to get him off the farm, so  I guess he’s going to stay here and mostly live a contented life (but not get as many girls as he would like).

Xerxes (an old picture because he thought it was too hot for a photo shoot)

Then there’s Freddie.  He is also a Fionn baby, my last Fionn baby.  He is the one I would use for most of my breeding because he should have more consistently sized kids.  He’s more meat goat, and if you want goats to sell well, you want them to be meat goats.  The only problem with him is that he’s solid white.  People want the traditional Boer look.  He will stay for another year though because he’s also my insurance for getting my perfect kid.

Freddie

I also am keeping Frodo for now.  He is going to breed Pretzel to give me the perfect kid.  Then he’ll get sold.  Ideally, his kid will be my next Osboer buck that is my forever buck.

Frodo fighting with Missy

Since I sold Tiger, I need a new buck to breed my Osboer girls.  I have several girls from Fionn.

Venus Osboer with this year’s kids Rajah (on the left) and Abu (on the right)

I decided to go to the sale barn on Saturday to see what prices were like because it’s been a long time since I watched a sale.  It was horribly hot (101°F feels like temperature).  I mean it was hot enough to melt a llama (just ask Maybeline if you don’t believe me).

Maybeline

That is really not the time to bring home an animal because it’s already a horribly stressful thing for them. But, I couldn’t pass up this deal.

Freshly arrived at Eden Hills

He weighed 90 pounds.  I’m guessing he’s about the same age as Freddie (a yearling).  He was clean and moved well and was really calm.   Even when I reached in the pen when we got home, he just looked at me. He was clam all the way until I got in the cage to put a collar and lead on him.

And I dropped the leash and had to catch him again to take it off.

Of course, he was facing a barking dog,

Sky

squawking geese,

nasty gander

sniffing llamas,

Odie

the scent of two other bucks,

Freddie and Xerxes (old picture because it was really hot)

and a completely new place in oppressive heat.  I suppose that would terrify anyone.  I finally got him to the greenhouse, and he’s starting to calm back down.

He won’t take a peanut yet, but we’ll keep working on that.

I even put a tarp up for him to stand outside and get a bit of shade in the afternoon and still be able to catch whatever breeze there might be.

I think he looks pretty sweet.

Benji

Meet Benjamin Butterboer (aka Benji).

Integration

10 Jul

I am planning on keeping the kitten that showed up last weekend as long as I can get it healthy and integrated into the rest of the house animals.  I shall call him Tiger.  I had my Leo (the lion) and I have my Bob Cat, so I think this one shall be my Tiger.

Tiger

When a kitten hasn’t had food for heaven only knows how many days and you suddenly give it food, it does horrible things to its digestive system.  The vet wormed him and gave us another med to help his tummy. She also though he is around nine weeks old.

Cat litter added to the bathroom because there’s no way it can make it to the basement.

If this kitten had wandered into my yard and the dog found it first, he would have killed it.  That’s what he does.  If it doesn’t belong here, he’s going to kill it.  It’s why I have to be so careful with the new kids.  He would love to chase and kill them because they don’t belong (ie they are new to the farm). However, since I caught the kitten first and brought it in the house and told him it belonged here, he is the sweetest he can be with it.

There have been a couple of awkward moments when the kitten tried nursing him, but overall they are good.

Rocky and Bob are the bigger hurdles.  Bob is outside most of the time, so he has been pretty good about ignoring it right now.  We’ll see how his attitude changes this fall.

Bob out on the patio

Rocky is my big chicken.

Tiger, Rocky and Sky

He may have decided to show his displeasure with the new arrival by attacking an innocent zucchini.

He always loved snuggling with Leo and I know he misses him, so I think he’ll be happy once we get through this time of adjusting.

Rocky

I hope.  Because this little one is really sweet and deserves to be a cushions and cream cat.  Oh, and here’s a bonus video of Sky and Tiger.

Good-bye, Hello Tiger

5 Jul

The morning that I found Moose had opened the gate on the bird pen I had gone out to check Tiger.  He was still getting his head stuck to the point that I was cutting him out of the fence.

Tiger from last week

When I had just finished putting the birds in and goats out, I heard blood-curdling screams from the north paddock.  Xerxes and Freddie were right there.  I climbed the gate and went around the barn to find Tiger stuck in the fence.  He had jumped out into the bean field, but when he tried jumping back in, he caught his back foot.  He was hanging there.  I lifted the weight off his foot by hugging around his body and holding up while I used my other hand to free his foot.  This was the final straw.  My nephew came Saturday morning, and we loaded him up.

Honestly, it was a lot easier to catch him than I thought it might be, but that’s because he had his stinking head stuck in the fence again.  Once we got him loaded, I took him to the sale barn.  I was planning on selling him at the end of the month now that I have my perfect little girl from him, but I decided it was worth the extra trip to keep from having to cut my fence up every day.  And, honestly, I would have considered keeping him another year if he weren’t such a big problem to keep where he belongs–just like his dad was.

Ready to unload.

Anyhow, right after we got Tiger loaded onto the truck, my nephew looked into the barnyard and saw something–a tiger kitten being followed by a gaggle of geese.  I grabbed the kitten and tossed him into the milk room, went to my mom’s to get a can of cat food, and then left him until I got back from the sale barn.

Just what I needed.  He was starving and dehydrated.  The poor thing was quite happy to be captured.

In the pen I had for Mama Phoenix.

Talk about torturing my dog.

We are doing much better now.