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The Game Continues

16 Jun

The morning after we started Hide-and Goat-Seek, we began the second round.  My gloating about how smart it was to shut the gate because the kids would be easy to find might have been a bit premature.  After I did my morning errands (buying yarn and dowels), I got home to find the goats in the barnyard, but Aphrodite and Daisy had left their kids in pasture again.

Dahlia

I went out filled with confidence!  Then I got to the other side of the ditch.  That was crazy thick.  It took me an hour to find Aphrodite’s little girl, Button.

Button and me

After I brought her back to the barnyard, I went back to look for Daisy’s doe.  No luck.  After three hours of searching, I called it quits.  I went to the house and took a short nap (Don’t judge me; I’m still getting up in the night to check Vinnie and LilyAnn).  By the time I got up, they had all gone back to pasture. I joined the herd, and helped Cookie’s girls keep up.  Aphrodite was by herself, so I assumed she had left Button in the barnyard this time.

Cookie, Marge and Chiffon

Zinnia was doing a good job with Joy.

Zinnia and Joy

Then I stumbled across Button just randomly standing there.  Seriously?  I gave her back to Aphrodite.

Aphrodite and Button

Then I saw Daisy cut from the herd.

Daisy and Dahlia

She knew exactly where her little Dahlia was.

I knew where all five kids were and I had to go back to the house.  I hadn’t gotten any lunch, and I was afraid I was going to not make it back.  That is the only reason I didn’t carry Button back up with me.  I quickly had a peanut butter sandwich and went back to pasture.  Button was lost again.  Seriously?

Cookie feeding Marge and Chiffon

I began calling to her when I realized Joy was yelling.  She had lost her mom.  I decided I was going to deal with that before I lost her too, so I scooped her up and took her back to the barnyard (Since she wasn’t technically ever lost, I didn’t score a point on this one).

Joy

Then, I spent another hour systematically scouring the pasture.  My legs ached, and I was one pass from calling it quits when I found her.  Sweet baby!

Button

Finally we all made it back to the barnyard.  Relief!  I immediately shut Aphrodite, Zinnia, and Daisy in the greenhouse again.

Aphrodite

I did let Cookie stay out with her girls, but the next day, it was even too tough for them.  They ended up sleeping beneath a big cottonwood tree where I found them after another hour of hiking.

Because of storms in the forecast, they got shut in before Saturday.  I swear, if I wore a fitbit it would read “Girl, what are you thinking.  Sit down and have a glass of wine.”  If you lost track of the score, we currently stand at Farmer Teresa: 7; Goats 2.

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Hide-And-Goat-Seek Has Begun!

14 Jun

It never fails.  When I let the moms with June babies out into pasture, it’s a never ending game of hide-and-goat-seek.  It started Wednesday when I let Zinnia, Daisy, and Aphrodite out.  For some reason, even though Bambi was never shut in, she has not taken Lucky back out to pasture.  Maybe she’s afraid the Uber would be late again and they’d be stuck out there after dark.

Bambi and Lucky

Anyhow…I decided to skew the game in my favor. I shut the gate across the Back Forty, so they really didn’t have near as much territory to lose their kids.  Also, the grass is shorter on the part of the pasture I left them on.  You might call it cheating.  I call it a good idea.

I checked all three new moms and saw they had their babies with them.  Then I milked. Of course, that got the whole herd coming on a run when I called for the two girls I needed to milk.

Astra “It’s not my fault. You told me to come get milked.”

As soon as I finished cleaning up, I went back out to pasture and saw Daisy and Zinnia with their babies, but Aphrodite was fighting with Hera.

Hera and LilyAnn (I did not have my camera with me, so this is Hera trying to fight with LilyAnn right after I let them all out together.  Do we see a pattern?)

I searched and searched starting where I had last seen the herd, and viola!  There she was.  I just brought her back to the barnyard.

Selfie (forgot to take a picture of her sleeping sweetly snuggled in a log)

Aphrodite figured it out after she got done with her girl fight and came up for the evening.

Aphrodite and daughter after being reunited

Then I had to run an errand, and as soon as I got back, I went to see if Daisy and Zinnia had their girls with them.  Everyone was just getting back from pasture, and Zinnia was right there with Joy.

Zinnia (yes, you are a good mom) and Joy

Daisy was standing in the barnyard yelling out to pasture.  Sigh.  Off I went towards where I had last seen them. She was not too difficult to find.

Dahlia (I remembered a picture this time!)

To her credit, Daisy did come out to pasture to help.  Still, it wasn’t hard for her to find Dahlia when I was already standing beside her.  Since I was already out there, I gave her a lyft back to the barnyard, and Daisy followed us.

That makes the score Farmer Teresa: 2; Goats: 0.  Although, a couple days before I might have lost Hera and frantically searched the perimeter of the Back Forty a time or two until I was too exhausted to walk any farther only to be ready to get the Ranger and go back out when I noticed her happily standing behind the barn door. Well played, Hera.  Well played.  I will concede that point.

Hera hiding behind the barn door acting all innocent

Farmer Teresa: 2; Goats: 1

Bambi’s Lucky and Daisy is Crazy

9 Jun

Saturday was a wild and crazy day from start to finish, and I didn’t have my camera for any of it.  It began with my 6:15 am check of pregnant girls wearing my night shirt and muck boots.  That’s pretty much standard “checking goats” attire.  When I went out the door, I saw the tails of the entire herd (including three llady llamas) headed over the hill in the bean field.

Myson climbs on the panels. He’s actually accidently climbed over and not been able to get back.  Old twine can’t handle his weight.

It ended with my 10:15 pm check of pregnant girls, once again in jammies and muck boots.  I couldn’t find Bambi.  Seriously.  I went around the barnyard and through the whole barn like three times.  My heart sank.  That meant she was in the Back Forty with her baby or babies.  Alone with coyotes.

Bambi (about a week ago)

I took my little flashlight and started sweeping across the hill in front of me.  I knew they had gone out late, so she had to be on this side of the ditch.  That made the area to search much smaller.  I was hoping to glimpse a flash of Bambi’s white as I swept the light back and forth.  I thought I saw her once, but it was just an old stump.

Ironically, I have a picture of the stump because it’s the one Antigone got stuck in last summer.

I kept going on the bottom.  I would occasionally call her name.  No answer.  Then, as I was walking, right in front of me was a place where the foot-and-a-half tall grass was all flattened.  In the middle of that flattened grass was a bright white baby all dry and curled up asleep.  No Bambi.

Lucky

I scooped up the Lucky baby and kept walking, thinking bottle kid and coyote and all kinds of horrible thoughts, but logic kicked in.  There was no blood.  The baby was snuggly happy.  She probably was trying to hide herself close by.  I kept calling to her, but she didn’t answer.  By this time, I was heading up the hill back towards the barnyard.  Lucky got a bit fussy and started calling to his mom too.  Then I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye.  There it was again.  Bambi was headed down to where she had left her baby.

I called to her, and Lucky called again, and she changed her course to us.  I let them bond for a minute while I kid a bit more searching for any other baby; although, it would be completely unlikely that she had them in two different places.

The goat that avoids me like the plague was glued to my side as we walked back to the barnyard.  A lot of times, you  have to hold the baby in front of them and coax a mom to come.  Not this time.  She was practically leading the way to the barnyard.

She was quite happy to be home with her little Lucky boy.  I think the look says it all: Why weren’t you out there to help me sooner?  Sorry, Bambi, it was quite the day.

This morning, I noticed Daisy.  She wasn’t really doing anything overt to suggest she was going to kid, but she looked like she had dropped and…

If you’re going to have a baby, why not on the compost pile?

Daisy

Last year it was on top of the work bench.

Kidding in 2018

She never pushed.  The bag was out. The bag broke.  She had contractions, and she never pushed.  Finally, I decided I had to intervene.  Because if she’s not going to push, I have to pull.  Daisy, however, is crazy.  I couldn’t catch her.  She ran, I tried to corner her; she eluded me.  She tried going out to pasture, but I snuck past and headed her off. I finally found a couple of cattle panels to sort of block and direct her, and I finally got her trapped in a corner and drug her across the barnyard.  I do literally mean dug–I think her hooves left inch deep furrows all the way.

Daisy and her 2019 doe

We got to the greenhouse, and I snapped a collar on her and felt big feet.  She really just needed to push.  Anyhow, she has a big daughter.

This little girl looks a lot like daddy, Zeus.

Crazy brat.  (By the way, she gets it from her maa, Bambi.)  Hopefully, the crazy skips this generation.

Only two more to go!