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Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Snow days

                                   
The girls braved the snow once the weather warmed up to scavenge the last sections of Christmas tree. In the barn they waddle but bring in some food and they get instant spring in their steps!

                                    
Except Massey. She was in heat. Again. She is still expressing her distaste over not being bred this year and is hanging out at the boys barn. She had a shoulder injury going into summer that gave her enough of a limp that we decided not to breed her. Now she's fine but I don't want any June babies. She will have to wait until fall for a 'date'.

                                   
The babies (who aren't so little anymore) think the tree bits are a game and spent time tossing them in the air and tackling one another to grab a few needles.

                                   

Emilene's belly is still growing. She still has 5 weeks to go.
                             

5 weeks! She heard me...and gave me the death stare.

                                     

Luci is at her biggest ever too. This pic isn't overly impressive, but from the side her barrel is very deep as well. 3? 4? Again, 5 weeks to go and our winter break is over.

The milk room is finished for now, working on plumbing the washroom now. Wiring more outlets is next, then we move in the stanchions, change the milk tubing and we're ready to go. The next month will fly by, I'm sure, and we will be inundated with baby goats soon enough.





Monday, January 11, 2016

A blog-worthy morning

This has nothing to do with goats, food or farming. Just a quick recap of how this morning could have morphed into a pretty horrible day.

I woke from a nightmare of being carjacked while leaving the hospital at 2:54 this morning. So that was it for sleep for me. Luna, pup # 2, was having some very vivid dreams as well. Whining and barking and wagging her tail so strongly that Tinder, pup #1 got up to check on her twice. 

I gave up on trying yo catch more zzzzz's so I shopped online for a while. Then I sat down to a healthy well rounded breakfast of raspberry Greek yogurt, chocolate graham crackers and a cup of coffee. 

        
My favorite flavor, by far.

       

                     

I do actually have this mug, it was a gag gift that I secretly love. A friend bought it for me in honor of Tinder, who he hates more than anything. 

So I ate about half my yogurt, then I got distracted and went upstairs for a few minutes to find my trusty iPad. After I came downstairs I finished my yogurt and was reading the news when Rosie, our cat jumped on my lap. Her face had a ring of pink yogurt around it, above her eyebrows, on her cheeks, indicating she had helped herself in my absence to the deepest recesses of my yogurt cup. Yep, her tuna breath was unknowingly in my breakfast. It was too late now to worry much about it.


Not Rosie, but close! Yogurt must be attractive to mischievous cats. 

I got over it and went up to shower and get ready for work. I was distracted, yet again and thinking about my recent car shopping and not much about my shower. I was lathering my hair and thought, hmmm, Rog must have put a new bottle of shampoo in here, this doesn't smell like my usual Rosemary-mint. 

Nope! You guessed it. 

                    

I used the dog shampoo I'd left on the shelf. But on a good note, my coat is shiny, I didn't shed at all, I had tuna for lunch, and my coworkers smell good. And the rest of my day was uneventful.



Sunday, January 3, 2016

The year to come

2015 ended much like every other year. A rush of holiday festivities, eating too much, sleeping too little. With Rog on break from school the rush was on to complete as many things on "the list" as possible since snow days have been non-existent this year. Not that I'm complaining. 60 degrees in December has been wonderful. Holiday travel was a breeze to visit another farm in our family. 

                         


Hosting a holiday party here at the new house was a great motivator! Flooring was finished, new trim was installed and the walls are no longer bare. The Christmas decorations came out of hiding and are quickly being packed up again, and the tree on its way to the goat pen. Now my focus is on the multitude of gardening catalogs creeping in to the mail...

      

Aside from getting the house done (for now, at least) it's been an eventful few weeks around here. 

                                “You raze the old to raise the new” — Justina Chen, author

Our new farm was previously used to board horses, specifically thoroughbreds from the tracks in the Cleveland area. Which means we have a lot of stalls to content with. We've been deconstructing and reconstructing to make the space more suitable for the goats, the machinery and storage, amongst other things. 

                                  

Next week a few of the stalls will be donated to Heart of Phoenix, a West Virginia based equine rescue program with the hope that the donated stalls will provide additional space needed for rehabilitation and training. 

We used some of the stall dividers and wood to begin a new milking parlor, since we left our lovely heated and air-conditioned space behind at the old house. This milk room will have 2 compartments, a 12 x 12 milking area with storage space and an adjacent washroom with a stainless steel 3-tub sink and eventually, hopefully, a small water heater as well for ease of sanitizing equipment. 

     

     

     

                               

As always, Rog is focused on how to heat it most efficiently and if it is well insulated enough and I'm daydreaming about staining and painting certain areas and where I can hang all of my vintage metal dairy signs. A few door handles and some trim work left to go and we can start experimenting with heating options. Plenty of time to get things finished by the end of February, when our first kids are due. 

                                   "celebrate what you want to see more of." Tom Peters

This weekend I suppose we celebrated the move, the goats and the barn space. Translation- we cleaned stalls. All of them. The boys are still in individual stalls, so each had to be cleaned out by hand. Normally it's not too hard but they seem to be in a phase where they pull all the hay out of their feeders and spread it all over the pens. And then pee on it, of course. And then pee on us while we trim their feet. And then pee in their water buckets. And then pee on us again. 

The girls were appreciative, we used the extra stalls to confine them while we cleaned and took down walls to rearrange pens yet again. Bellies are growing, hay is disappearing. Emilene is leading in the huge belly category, yet again. She is easily big enough  to be carrying triplets now, but isn't due until around March 1st. Yikes....I think I offended her.

                      


"The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. We can help write that story by setting goals." - Melody Beattie

This isn't about my book. Although it could be. It is still waiting to be written to completion. It'll get done. Maybe when I retire. Or maybe sooner since the holiday rush at the office is now over and deductibles renewing will keep me slower for the next several weeks. We'll see...

   

We always have goals. Perhaps too many. Our primary goal is to make the new farm work for us, instead of us constantly working for it. Meaning, to get the pens exactly how they are most functional for us to clean and handle the animals in and out. To be able to work with the younger kids (who aren't so little anymore) without getting trampled because of inefficiently placed gates/exits. To get the Bucks some usable outdoor space for exercise while keeping them at a safe distance from the does. To *maybe* start shopping for another guard llama by years end, as Blessing is now 18 years old, we'd like her to potentially help to 'train' a newcomer. 
To make enough hay that it might someday start to pay for itself. Weather permitting, of course. To fix/ upgrade some of our equipment to be able to handle the increased acreage with as few disasters as possible. To decide on a 'next step' - does a bigger farm mean adding bigger animals?
To return to showing the goats, on occasion and to re-appraise the herd to see if our breeding plans from the past few years have paid off. To re-focus on said breeding plans to improve our herd. We may have already taken the first step here, we received word that our new addition was born on the New Year. Can't jinx it yet, we'll pick him up in the coming weeks, more info to follow! 
     

"I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, you are making new things, trying new things, living, learning, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're doing something." - Neil Gaiman
I recently made a mistake. I stated, out loud, that our breedings went smoothly this year and everyone 'took' on the first try, even the young stock. Then Charming came back in heat today, about 6 weeks after her breeding date. Grrrr. She wanted no part of being re-bred today. None. Hopefully it 'takes' this time, she would be the first of Bonner's daughters to come in to milk and evaluating her will help with breeding plans next fall, for certain. 
Elliott made a mistake, too. Elliott is a young togg doeling- Elina's last daughter. She is a lunatic, as I may have mentioned before. Of the roughly 150 goats we've had here, she is the first who is hell bent on escaping. She has houdini'ed her way through tube gates, welded wire panels reinforced with 2" x 4"'s at the top, even a small opening used to access a feeding trough. When she is successful, she just stands there. There's nowhere else to go and the grass is definitely not greener on the other side of the gate. On New Year's Day morning, her antics caught up with her and we were greeted with this unfortunate sight. 
                                
        
I suppose it was inevitable, given her antics. But boy were we sick over it. And will she learn from her mistake? Of course not, she's a goat for shit's sake! This better not become a regular routine. Thank you to Wellington Vet clinic for zonking her and reducing and casting her broken leg. Over the next 6 weeks hopefully she will be on the mend and will have no lasting effects from her New Years adventure. 

                                     
        
Elliott, sleeping off her hangover from hell. After her rough day, she has been bunny hopping around, eating and drinking like a champ. I think she enjoyed the extra lap time she gained while waking up from the anesthetic. We left her to wake up and recover in the center barn aisle while we were cleaning pens-  Half asleep she managed to knock over a shovel, two buckets, tear apart two bales of hay, one bale of straw and almost dive head first into the water trough. Like I said, lunatic. She has since returned to the 'kid' pen with her cronies and she better not dream of trying to climb anything. I would hope the cast is restraint enough but her track record says otherwise. We will be keeping a close eye on her. 
The New Year came in with a bang, never a dull moment at Capra Lane. Best wishes for a healthy and joyous 2016, may you revel in the simple pleasures of life.