Tag Archives: Peanut

Treating the Herd

16 May

It has been a great relief to find out what is wrong with my herd.  I took some of the hay from my bottom to be analyzed, and the results were surprising.  Remember, I said the average ppm (parts per million) of copper in my county is 16.7.  My hay came back as 1 ppm.

It’s no wonder my poor babies have been struggling lately.  Seriously, I have been very frustrated the last several years.  I have goat specific minerals coming, and I hope that will be enough to keep the rest of my kids safe.


But my copper capsules arrived for the big goats on Monday!

I gathered everything together and prepared to give the capsules to the goats.

Of course, since I ordered them before I knew the dosage, I had to divide them in half.  It was interesting to see the little copper rods that fill the capsules.

Then I used the idea from one of my goat sisters (Thank you, Tracy!) to get most of the goats to eat them without any fuss or muss.

Peanut butter was the perfect glue to put the peanut back together with the capsule in it.

Although, it was a bit of a mess.


Dolly was my first to try it, and most really did do well.  I have done most of my pregnant goats and the ones in the worst shape done.


There are probably a few more I can get them down tonight, but then I need someone to help me with the last few because we’re going to have to use a pill pusher with them.  I should start to see a difference in their health within a few weeks.


A Big Appetite

24 Feb

I set a bowl of peanuts out for the squirrel.  After all, he convinced me that he was horribly cold and neglected and needed some.  (Don’t tell Millie and Bud.)

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I noticed my bowl was emptied, but I never saw who took them.  I hadn’t seen the squirrel.  I hadn’t even noticed any blue jays around.  So who showed up when I refilled it?

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The nuthatch!

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He actually carried that whole peanut off!

Sharing with Wild Bird Wednesday.

How Hot is It?

10 Aug

It’s so hot that this happens as soon as I step outside.  (Can you see Baxter through the fog?)

It’s so hot that Sally wants to trade her black fur coat

for Helen’s blonde.

It’s so hot that Naughty Rooster Boy isn’t even trying to attack me.

It’s so hot that the geese are panting.

It’s so hot that Peanut can’t find anyone to be naughty with.

It’s so hot that Stormy is wilting.

It’s so hot that Misty is a house goat.

How hot is it where you are?