We have parent-teacher conferences this week. I hate them. I have virtually no parents come to see me, and it completely disrupts my farm schedule. I have to impose upon my son to do chores and then fret and worry the whole time. It also means I don’t have time to take pictures, so you have pictures from a week or so ago today.
I had the vet come check Maisie because she wasn’t getting rid of the placenta completely. She has no fever and is doing quite well, so she will be okay. I do believe the kids were not born alive. Most times those babies are well-protected inside their moms, but the goats are cranky, and she is the low goat in the barnyard. I’d guess someone hit her wrong or hit her into something causing her to lose them a couple of days before they were born. It’s sad, but reality is that it happens sometimes. Thankfully, it is very seldom that something like that happens.
MJ is a saint, and he’d never hurt anyone on purpose, but I do think some of the animals around here might be pushing their luck with his sweetness. If he can’t see you, he doesn’t know to avoid you. Sallie pushes her luck because I’ve actually seen her pulling hay away from MJ. I can’t convince her that is foolish.
I’m still checking Norma Jean frequently. I’m good at making that 3-point turn on the gravel road in my car. We’re supposed to start warming up now, and I’m really optimistic when I see the long-range temperatures that we’ll have good weather for Norma Jean and the goats to have their babies.
Hopefully this weekend, we’ll get some weather that lets me open my gates and move everyone around the way I want them for kidding. Now we’ll just have to worry about the mud and flooding with the quick snow melt.
Seems like there’s always something!