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A Change of Seasons

22 Sep

I was going to do a wordless Wednesday, but let’s face it, I like rambling about my farm and animals.  So here’s Pretzel snuggled up with Pongo.  She has done really well at finding someone to snuggle with.  Unfortunately, she’s reached the age where the big goats are looking at her like she’s fair game.  These goats and their fighting/bullying is driving me crazy.

Pretzel and Pongo

Here’s a bonus of Thunder.  The extra horn and ears belong to his brother, but they wouldn’t pose so I could actually see them both.

Thunder

They could take posing lessons from my sweet boy, Pluto.

Pluto

I had to chuckle at Haley up in the manger napping.  I am so glad she’s recovered and done well after the surgery on her ankle.  I really do adore her.

Haley

Dolly and Aurora were lounging in the barn doorway Sunday morning.

Aurora and Dolly

It ended up being another scorching day before the rains cooled us down into more fall-like temperatures.

Speaking of which, happy Mabon!  It’s the first official day of fall.  Soon my beans will be harvested and it will be the end of the farming season.  Well, as much as it ever ends.

This little wooly bear showed up.  I’m not sure what a solid cream means. Hopefully, not stupid record-breaking cold.

I’m ready for cool weather and shorter days to hibernate.

Tiger–just because

Bob (with another injury on his leg; this one did not require a vet visit)

Hopefully, it means Bob will come in for the winter and quit fighting too.

A Busy Short Week

12 Sep

I swear this might have only been a four day week with the holiday, but it has been crazy busy.  It started with the roof of my house finally getting shingled this week.

Well, it’s in progress.

Wednesday, as soon as I got home from work, I scooped up Tiger and took him to the vet.  He was fixed the next morning, and my mom picked him up and brought him home Friday morning.  I don’t think it slowed him down at all.

Rocky appreciated a break from the kitten constantly bouncing on him.  Poor boy.

Rocky

As always, I have also been out to pasture counting kids.

I’m still milking.   Onyx is still doing well with training, but she isn’t giving me much.  Most of my girls are starting to slow down their production. I’m down to three quarts a day from the five I had been getting.

Caroline

I weaned Pretzel, but I’m not sure that made things easier because she still follows me and sucks on my fingers and clothes and things she should have a bottle.

Pretzel running to see if I have a bottle.

I also spent a stupid amount of time trying to figure out how I messed up the settings on my big girl camera because it wasn’t focusing properly.  Hours later, I finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t me and the camera is in the process of dying. This poor baby has had a lot of hard use in rather dirty conditions. Sadly, I am not sure when I’ll be able to replace it because they don’t make the same camera anymore, and it’s hard to get electronics (at least the ones I’ve looked at) because of the pandemic.  Hopefully, my dear Nikon can hang in there for a while yet.

It’s been an exhausting week, and the weekend has been even more busy.  It might take me all of next week’s posts just to get through the weekend activities.

Onyx and Pretzel

8 Sep

Since I weaned Lemuel, I thought I’d try milking Onyx.

Onyx and her mom, Victoria

On just her fourth time of going in, she stood perfectly for me.  Now I just need her to learn to come up at milking time.

standing perfectly

She was obviously already cutting down feeding her boy because she doesn’t have a lot of milk, but this is more about training for next year than it is about me actually getting the milk.

So what did I do with a cup of milk after I was already done milking everyone else.  Well, Pretzel got it.

Pretzel

She was not happy with the idea of not getting her bottle, and she was so certain that I was trying to starve her that I couldn’t even get her attention to show her that I had a bottle for her.

She did finally notice and drained the bottle.  Then she went for the sweet feed.

That girl.