Left Overs

Here are some of the extra pictures I ended up with when I was trying to get a whole week’s worth for blog posts this past week.  Coral is positively the most kissable goat I have.  All I have to do is say, “Kiss me, Coral” and she puckers up.  Seriously.

Coral

Of course, Myson is always handsome.

Myson

The red-headed woodpeckers are my favorites!

Snickers was watching the snow blow during last weekend’s blizzard.

Snickers

Maybeline hasn’t completely forgiven me yet.  I’m not sure she every will.  Crazy llama.

Maybeline

I keep telling Widow Goose to hang in there.  We’ll get her company this spring.

Widow Goose

Annie is getting round.  I hope she has her kid(s) easier than the last time.

Annie

Zinnia isn’t having babies until June.  It makes her look positively skinny compared to all the girls who are due next over spring break.

Zinnia

Everyone takes advantage of my trails.  Sometimes it’s hard for me to use them because there are already so many other walking along them.

Astra (facing away), Odie, Aphrodite (front) and Maybeline

I think I forgot to mention I had to cut off Stormy’s beard.  There might have been an incident in the old garden right before all of our snow hit.  I feel bad because she had such a gorgeous beard.

Stormy

It was certainly a long week, and I’m glad to be heading into the weekend.  Of course, it’s going to be filled with planning for kidding starting next weekend.

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The Aftermath of the Cold

With the sunrise on Friday morning, we finally also saw some rising temperatures.  I really did a good job of powering through and just taking care of things, but I tell you, I am ready for some easier weather and life in general.

This is actually a sunset (I don’t do mornings well).

I did lose my old gander.  He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t make it through a severe winter.

gander taken last summer

My young goose is lost.  Geese mate for life, and now she’s all alone.  I’ve already talked to my sister, and if this girl wants to sit on eggs this spring, I’ll try to slip some fertilized eggs in with her.  If that doesn’t work, I’ll see if my sister will hatch a few for her to have company.

The same day I lost my gander I realized my little phoenix hen couldn’t walk.  I don’t know how she injured her leg, but she wasn’t able to eat or drink.  That means she got moved into the garage.

Ms. Phoenix Hen, Tony’s butt, Antigone, and Pistol

She seemed to like the accommodations, but she wasn’t too sure about the new roommates.

She really wasn’t sure about me opening the garage door, starting the truck, and backing out.

(Trying to figure out how to get to the rafters)

Then there’s Fionn.  I had planned on moving the bucks and does back into their ususal groups and out of the breeding groups last week, but I didn’t want to make changes with the cold weather coming.

I know you still love me.

Well, it was too long.  Fionn managed to bust my barn wall.  I’ll need to sweet talk my nephew and dad to try and repair it this summer.

That wall was solid until Friday.

That boy is a pain.  Dolly was also continuing to be a pain and pick on all the other goats she was sharing the space with in the garage.  I kicked her out.

Dolly

Now I just need to get everyone else moved back where they belong.  For some (like Zinnia and Cookie), I can walk them through the soap room,

Zinnia checking for treats

but I need to figure out how to get my gates open because I’m not about to try walking Fionn and his big horns through the soap room.

Snug

I am glad I moved Tony into the buck room.  It is warmer there.

Although with Xerxes and his girls it makes for a full room.

Tony in back, Xerxes and Zinnia

He also Aurora in there with him.

Aurora

We’ll see how that turns out.

Aurora and Zinnia looking for snacks.

For now, it makes it easier for me to make sure they both get plenty to eat.  I’ll move Aurora with the other llamas when I remove everyone from the breeding groups.