Winter cold kills. It’s just how nature works, and as we have suddenly had crazy cold I’ve had to make decisions on all those that I’ve been babying and watching. The vet came today and checked my four that I was worried about making it through the winter.
Midnight Margarita Osboer
Maggie had a difficult birth and it ended up being a buck born just before midnight and a little girl just after midnight. In between there was a third kid that was already gone due to the copper issues I hadn’t yet figured out. They were given the names Tequilla and Midnight Margarita.
When she was a kid, her maa saved her when she was attacked by a coyote, and she still spent about a week in the hospital stealing the hearts of all the vet students.
She’s always been a little girl, but she certainly has been a giant in my heart.
This summer, she just got run down and I haven’t been able to get her weight back up. Honestly, I believe she was wasting. She hasn’t been able to stay warm and we haven’t been very cold.
Before we get frigid cold next week, I decided it was time to say good-bye.
Reva Van de Yell
Reva was the only girl in a set of triplets born to Pebbles. That means she had to have spunk and sass to survive.
She also learned to use me as a vending machine. My mom and I would walk out to pasture, and she’d come running for her bottle and then bounce off again.
She never did get very tall, but she certainly carried herself like a large goat. Nobody messed with her.
She unfortunately suffered from the arthritis that her mom also struggled with, and it was to a point that her quality of life was suffering.
Joani van de Yell
Joani was the only kid I kept from Millie’s girl, Joe. She reminded me a lot of her mom, a big girl with a big heart. And she had her mom’s cheesy grin; although, she wasn’t quite as into mugging for the camera.
She was one of the rock solid silent ones in the herd. She was a good mom and didn’t need help with her kids, well, except the one time I chased her around the picnic table forever to catch her and pull a baby. But otherwise, she was awesome.
Like all of them, she could have an attitude. Usually hers came in the form of avoiding me whenever I needed to do hooves. How could she always know what was on my mind?
She struggled a bit last winter, and her weight was not good enough to sustain her through the winter.
Myson Osboer
Myson had been improving in the weight department, but this week of crazy weather seemed to just melt it off of him. This one about kills me. He was Millie’s last baby.
He was my bottle baby.
He was my dress-up actor goat.

Santa Myson; detective Albert Smooth; Linus in the Great Pumpkin; Cool Dude; John Wayne; Renaissance goat; and confronting the troll in Billy Goats Gruff
One of my three amigos–the big fat wethers who are my rock steadies.
My sweet Myson.
It will no longer be Eden Hills without him.