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Everyone Else

10 Mar

As I move into spring break kidding, everyone else is probably going to be neglected. Not really, but they won’t get the attention of my girls who are kidding, old, and ill.  So here’s a bunch of pictures of everyone else.

My littles: Ostara, Zora, Pretzel, and Heidi.

Chiffon, Bubbles, and Heidi–I think I’ve decided Bubbles is open.


Maybeline and Odie in front of the herd


Zora and Daisy

Wanda and Pretzel (LilyAnn behind)




The herd

And a peak from what’s happening with knitting.

I finished my second raglan pullover sweater.

Now I’m working on a cardigan.

Come on babies because I’m now on spring break!

A Royal Pain

5 Mar

Miss Ostara is a royal pain.  I kept finding her on the Ranger.  She was constantly throwing Tux’s blanket down and covering his food up.  I found pellets on top of the freezer.


On top of all of that, she was not eating well.  That (and company to try and make Caroline feel better) was why I brought her into the garage.

Tansy, Cupid, and Ostara

Friday evening I kicked her out.  She was going to have to come out anyhow when I got ready for kidding.


She promptly jumped over the split door and into the middle part of the garage to eat with Caroline and Heidi.  At least she left without me chasing her forever.

Ostara, Heidi, and Pretzel

She was being naughty and fighting with Zora.

“And you call me bratopotamus” –Zora

I hope she eats better, and spring pasture is right around the corner.  Hopefully by next winter she’ll be more assertive about eating.

A Little Extra

22 Feb

You already know about Victoria and Dolly coming in and getting extra feed.

Victoria eating her extra corn

I tried to keep it going with the little girls, but they are horrible. I can not go through the door without them rushing it and trying to break in. Pretzel is the worst.


So I finally came up with another plan to give them a little extra.

Pretzel and Ostara in the middle part of the barn where the hay is.

They get to go into the middle part of the barn where I have the hay.  They get to eat with nobody bothering them while I do the rest of chores.

Ostara and Pretzel with a jealous Casey in the doorway

It works. Pretzel did this all last year, so she’s a pro.  And they are working on a bale that is mostly alfalfa, so it has more protein to put some weight on them.


Ostara is still not quite sure about it.  And she really hasn’t figured out that when it’s time to go out she shouldn’t make me run in circles and lunge over the bale of hay to grab her back leg.


Hopefully, it gets better. Or spring gets here. One or the other.