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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Old Fashioned Fun
This past weekend, while also my birthday weekend, was
the annual Fall Festival for our school district. They put on a haunted house and each of the
classes and organizations sponsor a booth that either hosts a game or sells
items. There were lots of things up for silent auction, including some bizarre items... which my friend won in the bid :)
In case you can't read that, it says 750 square feet of tile. Custom celing tile.
My two youngest, both in high school, are in 4H and as
such worked the 4H booth – for my girl that meant her time was split between
being a yearbook photographer and 4H and working her class booth and 4H. We were so well staffed, in no small way thanks
to my son, that she got off the hook and had a whopping 15 minutes to relax
between the other two gigs.
My son, though… he worked the 4H booth almost the entire
evening and made it fun! While there
were moments he was selling things left and right, there was still plenty of time
to relax and have some giggles.
He even let a small child “pet the horsey nose!” What a great kid!
There is a lot to be said for simple clean fun for any age to enjoy. All you have to do is allow yourself to enjoy it!
Thursday, October 17, 2013
An Important Lesson
My middle child, and only daughter at home these days,
went out to help me feed and milk last night since my husband was going to be
late getting home and in the process she learned something very valuable. Always Latch the Gate!
She swung her rope wide, beating the ground in a steady low thump and at last my lovely long ears were back in the pasture! Mel looked at me and said “Yeah… I’d rather herd goats!”
I was finishing up with the milking, and she had
collected the eggs… what few there were since we have some sort of bandit
stealing eggs these days. The donkeys
were waiting for their hay and the kids were finishing their meal in their
dining room. (stall) Balvenie had been
moved back to her pen since the not-such-a-good-mama when the girls were babies
decided to be a too-good-mama and let them keep nursing though they are now
four months old.
I asked my beautiful daughter to pop into the house and
bring back the cordless drill so that we could make a quick repair to the gate
while I finished with Gerie. She is so
wonderful and did just that, even taking the eggs with her to go ahead and get
them in the house. When she returned, I
was releasing Gerie from the stand and my daughter said “Um, Mom? We have a problem.”
I asked her if she had trouble finding the drill. I could get it if needed. She said, rather awkwardly “No… that’s not
it. Here’s the drill. But I … well… the girls are in the back yard.”
A vision of baby goats cavorting in the back yard filled
my mind, as did a hilarious vision of trying to round them up! So the next question was a giggling “Did the
babies escape their stall already?!”
“No Mom. Penny and
Lulu are in the back yard! I didn’t
latch the gate because I was only gone for less than a minute!” Poor girl was really a little upset and embarrassed.
Gerie was done and turned loose, and Melanie picked up a
lead rope ready to go bring the miscreants back to the barnyard. That’s fine for Lulu, since she is one of the
sweetest donkeys ever born but Penny is only two years old and leads like
pulling a Toyota behind you! Plus, both
girls were so excited at the grass “on the other side of the fence” that they
were feeling more than frisky!
I picked up another lead rope and tucked Gerie into her
own stall for a few minutes. We
proceeded to the back yard and opened wide the now repaired gate. As predicted, the ladies were more than
reluctant to return to their own side of the fence and dodged and skipped about
like acrobats. Finally, up by the raised
herb bed, Lulu sighed and waited for me to loop the rope around her head like a
makeshift halter and lead her back to the barnyard. I swear, she was pouting! I was ready to drive Penny back into the
barnyard if she wouldn’t allow herself
to be haltered but Melanie kept the gate open.
Lulu laughed out loud and ran back to the greener pasture of the back
yard.
Once I stopped laughing I showed Mel how to swing the
rope to drive the girls back. After a
protesting kick or two, thankfully not making contact with anyone or anything
important, Penny started to move off.
Anywhere except near the gate! Lulu just ran like she was queen of the world!
We did get them in the corner nearest the gate finally, and Mel took up a steady stance by the entrance while I pushed from behind.
We did get them in the corner nearest the gate finally, and Mel took up a steady stance by the entrance while I pushed from behind.
She swung her rope wide, beating the ground in a steady low thump and at last my lovely long ears were back in the pasture! Mel looked at me and said “Yeah… I’d rather herd goats!”
She’ll never forget that lesson though!
Monday, October 14, 2013
Insanity... It Runs in Some Families
This weekend was a landmark weekend for our kids… goat kids, that is. Time has passed so quickly that we really didn’t realize how big they were getting until Sunday morning when we decided to put Gerie in the pen with the babies and see if anyone tried to nurse.
Those little darlings are 4 months old now, and though
Tess and Charlotte each gave it a single attempt, Aberfeldy didn’t even consider trying to latch on and nurse. A glimmer of hope did arise then that they
would be moving in with their mamas and our morning processes would be
streamlined.
Next, in went Balvenie – she of butt biting fame. Myra tried and Ophelia tried, then both gave
it up when she ran off and they ran with her, bouncing off of her back, the
ground and everything in the path all the while.
RELIEF!! Yes! So we started with Aberfeldy, carrying him to
the barnyard to supervise his first non-fenced interaction with the
donkeys. Lulu was her normal and
wonderful self. My little chunky-monkey
was so good and so adventurous! Lulu
barely acknowledged him after a brief sniff.
Penny was intent on her hay, so paid him little heed until he got under
her feet in an attempt to snag a wee bite… then she clocked him. Well, not hard, but enough that he learned to
stay out from under her when she’s eating.
Next up were the girls who had a fairly similar
experience. Sweet little Charlotte
(a.k.a., Lotty) even nibbled hay from the corner of Lulu’s mouth. Penny was having none of that behavior though
and became too aggressive. She and Bill
had a meeting of the minds, which he won.
Twice.
Then, Balvenie’s girls.
Keep in mind it was morning and I hadn’t bothered with a bra yet, they
did their usual thing and climbed up on me to greet me. Myra likes to nibble on
clothes, but she isn’t aggressive about it at all. Ophelia did something she hadn’t done
before. She flat out BIT ME! On the breast! Missed my sensitive parts by less than an
inch! Oh Holy Mackerel that hurt! Like grandmother and mother, like granddaughter
and daughter. Absolutely Freaking
Insane!!
So I grabbed the miniature nut-brain and Bill got Myra. Once released to the protection of the
donkeys it didn’t take long before all 5 little ones, now only about half the
size of their mamas, were all capering about the pasture and running and
jumping and in general being hilarious! They
learned that they can jump off of logs and that if Aunt Lulu tells them to head
back to the barn, they’d better do it!
And that insanity? Balvenie is paying for her raising as much as I am. Little Ophelia seems to express great glee in jumping on and off of her mothers back, just like Balvenie did on Cindy's back when she was a baby!
Friday, October 11, 2013
Stress... and A Goat.
I have been more than a tad stressed for some time and this continued state plagued me when I went out to feed and milk last night.
I knew I needed to go in and do some house cleaning and cook dinner, but the trough and watering buckets needed to be scrubbed. After everyone had been fed, milked and loved, then the feed pre-set for morning, I began scouring the watering buckets in the kids pen and refilling them, then in turn cleaning the big trough in the barnyard. I finally began to fill the big trough and all the while fretted about all the other things that needed to be done.
Just as you cannot hurry your coffee pot to brew faster, you cannot make the trough fill faster than the hose will spout that cool elixer of life. There were no more than a couple of inches of water in the trough when I realized that everything that needed to be done and which seemd "so urgent" could wait a few minutes more.
I stood with the fence at my back and the hose held under one hand, both arms outstretched along the top of the fence in the lengthening shadows as the water streamed into the big trough. The temperature was about 78 degrees, a light breeze blew softly and all of the animals were content finally.
Jonely the rooster was herding his girls toward their house, the donkeys were munching hay from the pallet manger, the babies which are now more like pre-adolescents were in their pen playing and eating, and Gerie was laying comfortably behind the barn. Balvenie suddenly felt affectionate and walked up to me to have her cheeks and shoulders scratched, so I happily obliged. Then true to form, my blue eyed girl rubbed her face against my leg. She paused and looked up at me, probably asking if I loved her even if she was clown-car crazy, so I offered her more scratchy reassurance. She moved in again as if to rub her face on my leg... Then she BIT MY BUTT!
The sheer shock of it made me laugh aloud, which either scared her into skipping off or, more likely, she dashed off laughing to join the donkey-girls at a safe distance!
PS: I never got around to cooking dinner - it was leftovers or fend for yourself - but my floors did get scrubbed!
I knew I needed to go in and do some house cleaning and cook dinner, but the trough and watering buckets needed to be scrubbed. After everyone had been fed, milked and loved, then the feed pre-set for morning, I began scouring the watering buckets in the kids pen and refilling them, then in turn cleaning the big trough in the barnyard. I finally began to fill the big trough and all the while fretted about all the other things that needed to be done.
Just as you cannot hurry your coffee pot to brew faster, you cannot make the trough fill faster than the hose will spout that cool elixer of life. There were no more than a couple of inches of water in the trough when I realized that everything that needed to be done and which seemd "so urgent" could wait a few minutes more.
I stood with the fence at my back and the hose held under one hand, both arms outstretched along the top of the fence in the lengthening shadows as the water streamed into the big trough. The temperature was about 78 degrees, a light breeze blew softly and all of the animals were content finally.
Jonely the rooster was herding his girls toward their house, the donkeys were munching hay from the pallet manger, the babies which are now more like pre-adolescents were in their pen playing and eating, and Gerie was laying comfortably behind the barn. Balvenie suddenly felt affectionate and walked up to me to have her cheeks and shoulders scratched, so I happily obliged. Then true to form, my blue eyed girl rubbed her face against my leg. She paused and looked up at me, probably asking if I loved her even if she was clown-car crazy, so I offered her more scratchy reassurance. She moved in again as if to rub her face on my leg... Then she BIT MY BUTT!
The sheer shock of it made me laugh aloud, which either scared her into skipping off or, more likely, she dashed off laughing to join the donkey-girls at a safe distance!
PS: I never got around to cooking dinner - it was leftovers or fend for yourself - but my floors did get scrubbed!
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Not Through a Lack of Trying!
The last post I was able to make on her was August 6th, though it wasn't for a lack of trying! I did try, and blogspot wouldn't accept text for uploading no matter what computer I tried it from. So much has happened since then, so rather than try to catch up and hit the highlights I'm just going to forge on as if I'd been able to post all along.
Okay, maybe I will do a little bit of catching up. The babies are all thriving! Gerie's kids: Tess is the quietest of all, and a little bit of shy, Aberfeldy (the only boy) has been castrated, and barely seems to notice, Charlotte (Lottee) is such a cry baby, and then there are Balvenie's girls. Ophelia is quite the little bully, and generally accepted as her grandmother and mother all rolled into one. She's also the only one that developed scurs after disbudding. Myra is fairly sweet, but is a loud mouthed and needy little girl. They are separated from their mamas at this point, and thriving. Once the urge to suckle has passed, they will join their mamas out in the pasture.
Neville, their proud papa is for sale since we will not be breeding him back to his daughters when they are ready next year. If this latest nibble pans out, he'll have a new home before the end of the weekend.
We have plans for continued development, but will keep the big grand scheme to myself for a while.
The barn has new stall doors, thanks to our awesome neighbor. The open house and soap class went well, as did the laundry soap class that took place the next month. And last... the new-to-us milk machine is absolutely wonderful!
Oh, and it's good to be back!
Okay, maybe I will do a little bit of catching up. The babies are all thriving! Gerie's kids: Tess is the quietest of all, and a little bit of shy, Aberfeldy (the only boy) has been castrated, and barely seems to notice, Charlotte (Lottee) is such a cry baby, and then there are Balvenie's girls. Ophelia is quite the little bully, and generally accepted as her grandmother and mother all rolled into one. She's also the only one that developed scurs after disbudding. Myra is fairly sweet, but is a loud mouthed and needy little girl. They are separated from their mamas at this point, and thriving. Once the urge to suckle has passed, they will join their mamas out in the pasture.
Neville, their proud papa is for sale since we will not be breeding him back to his daughters when they are ready next year. If this latest nibble pans out, he'll have a new home before the end of the weekend.
We have plans for continued development, but will keep the big grand scheme to myself for a while.
The barn has new stall doors, thanks to our awesome neighbor. The open house and soap class went well, as did the laundry soap class that took place the next month. And last... the new-to-us milk machine is absolutely wonderful!
Oh, and it's good to be back!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
What a Pace!
This week... no, two weeks are full. When we scheduled the open house for the 10th, we did not take into account that the week preceeding would be full with registrations for our kids in high school. We based our timeline on when the babies would be at the right age and stage to have visitors.
Oh... and the kids are now getting to spend the night in their own pen, so we are Back In Milk! Mama's get milked in the mornings then get to go back in with the babies. We are trying to do this as naturally as possible while still maintaining our goals!
Now, back to the regularly scheduled news. :)
We have had a few additional monkey wrenches thrown into the mix. A flat tire that needed to be repaired. A gate that needs to be built immediately. Another gate that needs to be repaired. A fence brace that one of the donkeys broke (today!) to repair. And a small roof repair to the small outbuilding (which will once again be the chicken coop once the weather cools a bit!)
With the preparations taking place, we are squeezing this in. There is still much cooking to do and the floors will need scrubbed and an outdoor table needs to be put up and a dozen or two other major things. We are working hard at keeping up and seldom stopping before the sun has been long set each night.
I love the work though. My arms and shoulders ache, my back hurts, and I wish I had the time to work this hard every single day.
Now to figure out how to add about 3 hours to each day!
Oh... and the kids are now getting to spend the night in their own pen, so we are Back In Milk! Mama's get milked in the mornings then get to go back in with the babies. We are trying to do this as naturally as possible while still maintaining our goals!
Now, back to the regularly scheduled news. :)
We have had a few additional monkey wrenches thrown into the mix. A flat tire that needed to be repaired. A gate that needs to be built immediately. Another gate that needs to be repaired. A fence brace that one of the donkeys broke (today!) to repair. And a small roof repair to the small outbuilding (which will once again be the chicken coop once the weather cools a bit!)
With the preparations taking place, we are squeezing this in. There is still much cooking to do and the floors will need scrubbed and an outdoor table needs to be put up and a dozen or two other major things. We are working hard at keeping up and seldom stopping before the sun has been long set each night.
I love the work though. My arms and shoulders ache, my back hurts, and I wish I had the time to work this hard every single day.
Now to figure out how to add about 3 hours to each day!
(Chickens at roost well before we came in.)
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