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A Sports Injury

26 Jun

Last week, I was walking through pasture just taking pictures for one of my blog posts when I saw several kids, including Caroline, was getting a bit behind the herd.  I called out to them encouraging them to catch up.  They all took off racing.  I thought Caroline was running a bit funny.  When she got to me, she stopped.  She sat.  It was weird.  I stood her up, and she immediately went down again.  I carried her up to the barnyard.

Sweet Caroline

I figured she just twisted something because she is an athletic little girl.  She can’t walk without twirling and bouncing.  I haven’t decided if she’s going to be an Olympic gymnast or the next American Ninja Goat Warrior.  I assumed she didn’t stick the landing on her super duper flip and twist with an extra kick since we had rainy conditions out in pasture.

After resting, she still refused to put weight on it.  I panicked at the thought of it being broken.  I called the vet even though it was after hours.  Bless my vet, Dr. Schmitz.  He asked if I wanted him to see her tonight as an emergency or wait until morning.  I could only say, “She’s a keeper.”  He said he’d be here soon.

Where she decided to wait for the vet

Luckily, it wasn’t a break.   (Sorry for the emergency visit, but I never know if it’s an emergency or not.)  She injured her stifle (the bendy part at the top of her back leg).  He did say it’s a tough injury to heal from, and it will take a long time.  It’s an injury that tends to be aggravated because they feel better and try their acrobatics again.

She should heal fine though.  For now, she’s banned from the pasture.

Annie begging Caroline to come to pasture with her

That does not make her or her maa, Annie, very happy.


Tequilla and Midnight Margarita Drinking Problems

4 Jun

Last night when the goats came up for the evening, I noticed Maggie had really dropped and her udder was completely full, so I wasn’t surprised when she was in active labor at my bedtime check.  So much for bed.


She was having a lot of contractions, but she wasn’t pushing, so I finally did a quick check.  Her cervix wasn’t fully open, but I could tell there was a baby right there.  I waited for a bit longer, and when the baby’s bag broke, I checked again.  She still wasn’t fully dilated, but I could feel teeth and no feet.  I called the vet and continued trying to work on getting the kid here.  After working to get her cervix open I finally found feet, but I could not get him pulled.

I think my moving the kid and getting him positioned correctly helped because she finally started pushing.  I kept checking my clock and it was about twenty minutes after I talked to the vet at 11:54 pm that I finally got her big boy out.  He was about enough “to-kill-ya”.  He was slow to start and very weak after that long ordeal.

The vet arrived just a couple of minutes later, and I told her what was going on and let her know she got to deal with whatever else Maggie had in there.  She gloved up and I held Maggie while she went in.  It’s never good when she says, “That’s probably part of the problem.  Yuck.”  She pulled out a dead rotting fetus.  She went right back in and said the next one felt more normal in size.  She brought out a living dark little girl just after midnight.

Maggie and kids

I present to you Tequilla and Midnight Margarita.


Midnight Margarita

Unfortunately their long difficult birth was hard on them, and neither one seems able to figure out the nursing.  I did milk some colostrum out of Maggie and put in a bottle.  I finally managed to get them to take a good bottle of the colostrum.

Hopefully Tequilla and Margarita will start drinking strait from the jug and get past their drinking problem soon.

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Sweet Caroline

31 May

Since Annie was due to kid today, before I went back to work yesterday, I shut her (and Vinnie and Clover) into the Love Shack so it would be easier for my mom to check them.  As it turns out, I stayed home sick with a sinus headache.

Polka Sallie Annie Osboer

Luckily, mom still came out to help me keep an eye on the girls.  She also got some llama hugs from Maybeline.

Mom and Maybeline

In the first twenty-four hours that Annie was shut in there, I had to cut the panel three times to get her head out, I got it out once without cutting the panel, and I yelled at her a couple of times to keep her from putting her head through.  She was not happy.  She wanted to go out to pasture with everyone else.  She was not quiet about it.

Sometime after my headache went away but before I felt perfectly back to normal, I saw that she was in labor.  She still continued to focus on everyone out in pasture, so I finally shut her in the Love Shack and told her she wasn’t coming out until she gave birth.  I encouraged her to push.  She tried pushing me out the door.  After being a bit more specific about pushing the baby out her back side, she just hunched up and refused to push or do anything.

I tried to help her, but she turned into a crazy woman screaming, “Don’t touch me there!”  I gave up and called the vet.  It’s a lot easier when I can focus on one end while the vet focuses on the business end.  Finally, he got her baby out.

I present to you Sweet Caroline.

Sweet Caroline Goodberry

Annie seems pretty proud.

The sweet part of Caroline does come from Annie and her mom, Sallie.  Her dad, Sam, is certainly not sweet.

We’ve started off our June kidding with a bang!

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