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Together Again

13 Jul

For some reason, all three days of working on the chicken-of-the-woods also saw goats getting out.  Luckily, when they get out it is basically just coming up the road to wait for me to let them in.  Still, I prefer they are not eating in the ditches and on the road.  I tried hobbling it the first day.  The second day was late in the evening, and I figured I would deal with it the next day, but chicken-of-the-woods claimed my attention again.  Well, on day three it was probably three-fourths of the herd.  Since I was talking about putting them together again, I decided this was the time to do it.

The herd on the bottom of the front pasture

I’m sure the pasture does taste old and dry, but we did at least get some rain over the weekend.

Maybeline and Odie

Anyhow, they all got to spend the rest of the day on the front pasture.  That way I didn’t have to worry about them getting out again.

Bambi, Haley, Cinnamon, and Myson joining everyone else


I went down in the evening and put another piece of panel across where they ripped up the old snow fence barrier.

Of course, having everyone on the front pasture means nobody is weaned anymore.

Perdita nursing Astra

Joy feeding Olaf and Swen

That means no milk until they get weaned again.

A Nice Walk

6 Jul

That’s all I wanted–a nice walk in pasture.  For some reason, this spring has been exhausting and I haven’t been out walking in pasture as much as I like.  I just wanted to go for a nice walk and take a few pictures for the blog.  It didn’t take me long to locate the goats, but I kept hearing yells like someone was stuck or lost.

It didn’t take long to figure out that there were goats on the wrong side of the fence.

Yeah, I never got around to hauling all those posts out and setting them like I was going to.  I decided to take the rest of the herd to the front half of pasture because I really didn’t want to have them trying to join the troublemakers.

following me back down the hill (Popcorn in the lead)

I kept calling to the goats, and to my surprise, I had some of them come on the run from the wrong side of the fence.

Bubbles and Missy followed by Margarita

In fact, one of the first ones through was Hera who had been on the other side.


Once we got down there, I closed the gates.  They just headed off to browse some more.

Because I was still hearing someone yell, I had to go back to see if they were stuck in the fence or on the wrong side.  Well, I wasn’t even very close when I saw Perdita free herself from the fence and come running.  She must have wanted to join the others and thought it was like Platform 9 3/4 from Harry Potter.  Luckily, they can’t just walk through the fence (although it does seem like they can at times).


Unfortunately, I also heard more goats on the other side.

Trace yelling; Purl’s back side; someone in the corn

This group was not as easy.  It was mostly young ones.  I climbed over and tried heading them in the direction Hera and the other had come back through.  But then there were more farther down the field.  I finally caught Trace and drug her along the fence kicking and screaming while I was calling to the other goats.  It worked.  They came too.  Finally, I climbed back over because I gave up.  I kept calling and started heading back to the gate because I was getting overheated and was ready to just leave them for the coyotes.  Then they popped over the hill and passed me.

When I caught up and got to the bottom, I opened the gate for them.

Yes, Caroline is panting on the rock.  I didn’t really care because I was panting too.

Anyhow, it was time to head down the ditch to see if Perdita had found a way to sneak under the gate and join the rest of the herd.

Nope.  In fact she had a couple of other little stinkers with her on the wrong side.

Chunky, Tawny, and Perdita

I climbed the fence and started herding them back towards the gate.  I swear I had to boop Perdita on the bum with every step to keep her walking.

Finally, we got to the gate.  I opened it for them, and they walked through; although, it took a bit of coaxing because it did look a bit different.

We headed back towards the herd.  The kids were calling for their moms.  Finally Caroline answered Chunky, and all three took off running.

I kind of have the feeling she was chewing him out and asking where the heck he’d been because she told him to stick close and follow her under the fence to go into the corn field.

Anyhow, I had a walk, but it was not a nice calm one like I had hoped for, and they are shut off the back half of pasture until further notice.

Smarty Pants Perdita

4 Jul

I told you that I had to separate Perdita and Astra again because she wanted to nurse again, and Astra would let her.


Well, they act like they had never been weaned.  They call to each other and cry, and Perdita doesn’t even go out with the herd when they go.  If she hadn’t already been weaned, I’d feel guilty.

Perdita and Astra

But now, I’m just annoyed.  I thought Astra was spending too much time in the barnyard hanging out with the moms.  Her milk production was going down.  I barely got any the other night.

Less than a quart for the whole day

Then I caught smarty pants Perdita in the act!

sorry for the bad cell phone picture, but it’s what I had on me at the time

Brat.  This is how she looks after draining a quart of MY milk from her maa.

Milk coma.