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A Bad Day for Horns

20 Jun

I usually like the fact that my goats have horns.  They help them regulate body temperature; they make good handles; they usually don’t cause problems.  But one day, Cutie’s horns all of a sudden got too long for her to get them back out of  the fence.

Cutie Pie Goodberry

Luckily, it only takes a time or two of getting stuck to figure out not to do this again.  It’s hot.  Day two of getting her horns stuck (on Saturday) left me thinking I was going to have a heart attack trying to run down the hill, across the bottom and then up the hill again to get to her.  Once I got her out, we headed back to join the rest of the herd.

I still hadn’t recovered by the time we got across the ditch to join them.  I am way too old for this stuff.

Then I noticed a white lump on the other side of a stump.  As I got closer, I got more and more scared.  Then I saw it was Antigone with her head shoved into a tree stump.  I panicked.  I thought she was dead.  I pulled her out, but as I pulled, she jumped to life (I’m sure I scared her since she couldn’t see me coming.).

That was not a good thing because she raised her head, and I hurt her horn.

We almost pulled her horn off.  That means I had to call Dr. Aimee because I couldn’t figure out how to bandage it and keep the horn stable to prevent it from bleeding every time she moved.

The vet removed her horn and used some blood stop powder and bandaged her.

By the time I got back from the vet’s office (picking up a tetanus vaccine), she had swelled enough that she was having a hard time breathing, so I unwrapped half her bandage.  She also got a good pain killer.

I got her mom, and she and Pistol spent the night in the garage.

In the morning, I took off the rest of the bandage and sprayed her with screw worm bomb to prevent maggots.

They still got to spend the day in the garage (it has air conditioning).

She’s doing much better now; although I still feel guilty.



Antigone’s Fairy Tale

29 May

Once upon a time a little princess goat named Antigone was born in the land of Eden Hills.  Little did she know that the oracles said she would grow up to be a wise and kind leader, and she certainly didn’t act like she would grow up to greatness.  It seemed more likely that she would come to some untimely end because of her wild behavior.

You see, Antigone is a rather independent and difficult kid.  She does what she wants.  Let’s be honest, she has a whole lot of her maa, Pistol, in her personality.  When Antigone’s not paying attention, she sometimes doesn’t see the rest of the goats going down the lane and out to pasture.  Luckily, Pistol is a good maa and waits for her.  Eventually, Antigone will race up to the gate and down the lane and hustle to catch up to the herd.

Well, one afternoon she waited too long.  All the goats were gone.  She stood in the barnyard and maaed and maaed.  The only critters in sight though were Aurora and Maybeline at the top of the hill.  Then Odie came running down the lane to join the rest of the llamas. Antigone was off like a bullet.

She stayed right with Odie and joined the rest of the llamas at the top of the hill.  Now, for some reason, I thought this might not end well, so I put the camera down (you’ll really wish I had taken it or had someone behind me with a camera) and went to make sure Antigone joined her maa.

I got to the top of the hill and Aurora took off along the top of Dead Tree Hill.  It wasn’t too far before she stopped.  Antigone went over to her, and they sniffed noses.  I could almost hear Aurora whispering to Antigone, “Sure, kid.  You can hang out with me.”  After all, they had spent the first month of Antigone’s life hanging out together.  What could ever go wrong with a lone little kid hanging out with the llamas?

The ten sprinkles that fell on the farm had cooled our temperatures from mid-nineties to the upper eighties, so Aurora was feeling pretty frisky.  She kicked and bucked her way down the hill followed by Maybeline.  Antigone was right behind them.  At the bottom of the hill, she let out one giant Osboer yell to see if she could find her maa.  Pistol, being a good maa, answered Antigone, but it’s hard to get a little kid to leave her tall friend and wander through grass taller than she is to try and find her maa.  And Aurora was heading in the opposite direction despite my calling to ask her not to lead Antigone in the wrong direction.  She just flicked her tail and kept going.

By this time Odie joined the llama group, and I was a bit worried (she’s the evil villain in the story).  She ran right up on Antigone, and I yelled for her to leave the kid alone.

Antigone was clueless.  By that time, she was following Aurora and Maybeline along the bottom.  Odie took off as well, and Buster seemed to magically join them, so it was the four llamas and this pint-sized kid racing along the bottom.  I was sadly trailing way behind (in my defense, I only have two legs.)  Now llamas are not race horses, but I was impressed that Antigone could keep up with them.

All this time, Odie was right on her heels, and I’m still not sure if she was just running, or if she was displaying that evil villain jealousy and wanted to stomp Antigone into the ground.  By this time, they were rounding the end of the ditch, and Odie was still on Antigone’s tail, who was right behind Aurora.  Finally, they stopped running and I could catch up to them.

I might have been huffing and puffing, but Antigone was not even breathing hard.  She really is an amazing kid.  I told Aurora to let me get Antigone because I would return her to her mother.  I also told Antigone that I was going to take her to her maa.  That seemed to get her attention, and she came over to me.  She must have thought I was going to wave my magic wand and transport her to her maa, but no.

I scopped her up in my arms, which really irritated her (no strong heroine likes to be carried), but we began the long walk towards her maa.  Of course, we ended up on the opposite side of the ditch, so when we got to Pistol, they were calling to each other across the water.  I worked my way down to where it wasn’t so wide and I tossed her over the stream.

Antigone landed gracefully, as every fairy tale princess does, and she and Pistol went running towards each other.

When they got to each other, Antigone got to happily nurse.

I, on the other hand, tried to jump the ditch and ended up with a muddy foot.  And the moral of the story is don’t follow the llamas.  The end.

Enjoying Spring

10 May

We are thrilled to have warm, spring weather.

Pistol and Antigone

Antigone is growing and enjoying playing out there too.  And her ears stand up now!