Amy from Verde Farm commented on my last post saying that Harley was adorable. Here are some wonderfully cute pictures of him.
Friday, February 25, 2011
When I got outside and let Uhura, Gold, Pixie and Harley out to go eat in the big pen, when Uhura and Silver saw each other, something just clicked and they started fighting. And I mean, head smashing, pick-up-the-babies-so-they-don't-get-squished, fighting.
I told them to take it outside so they wouldn't smash into something.
So they did. Silver started rearing and stomping.
Then they spun around so Huey was where Silver had been and Silver was where Huey had been.
Then Harley decided he would try to nurse from the back while his mom was fighting.
Then they stopped fighting so they could eat the scraps.
Pixie was trying to eat a grape vine, I don't think that they would be to tasty...
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
This blog post won't have any pictures, I'm not allowed to put pictures of myself online, my parents said so. It's okay, I don't mind.
I'm 12 years old, my birthday is August 4 and I have blond hair and blue eyes. I love playing soccer and like to play Mid-Field best, but I can play all positions, even goalie a little bit! I like putting pink streaks in my hair for the first and last soccer games of the season. I play indoor and outdoor soccer, I like outdoor better and I'm starting the next indoor season on March 5th. My favorite music includes: Prince, Avril Lavigne, Pink, The Presidents of the United States of America and Lady Gaga. I don't like Justin Bieber at all. I don't have anything against him, I just don't like his music. I have a Tweety Bird comforter and like to call him a her. I just don't get it, he looks like a girl, sounds like a girl, why did they make him a boy? It just doesn't make sense. I'm scared of elephants trampling me, falling out of bed and sometimes, snakes. Tayet isn't my real name, but my real name stars with a D. I love the county fair and try to enter a animal every year so I can go everyday. My favorite shows include: The Mentalist (Jane is so funny!), 30 Rock, The Office, Outsourced, Parks and Rec, Doctor Who (the 9th and 10th Doctors are my favorite) and BBC Robin Hood. The fair starts on my birthday this year and that same day is the goat show! I'm bringing Pixie. Last year I got two rats off of craigslist, Katy and Susy. Susy loved curling up in the hood of sweaters and sticking her nose in peoples ears. My best friend is a year older then me and I usually see her at least twice a week. I have a terrible singing voice and she wants me to sing in this singing contest with her, uh, no way? (Hun, if you're reading this, I'm sorry, but I do not want to sing. You go for it, you have a great voice!). I have crooked teeth, but I'm going to get braces. Right now I'm going to go check on the baby goats, they're crying............................. Back, everything is fine, just whiny baby goats. I love goats, I always get back to them in conversations. My favorite movies are Gracie and Bend it Like Beckham.
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Look what I got in the mail today! Goat Soap from Priscilla's! I won it in a contest at Books, Products and More.
I know these aren't very good pictures, but my good camera got dropped in the snow, so I was letting it warm up before taking pictures.
It's Abby and Nora! It smells really good, the scent is Tart Lemon.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I don't know what to write. Wendy died this morning, she must have had something go wrong internally. Wendy was a very sweet goat, she wasn't very smart, but she had a good heart. It's seems different to have a older goat die then a younger one. I'm going to downsize on the goats and sell Silver and Zoe. Harley when he gets bigger. Wendy had Lily and I thank her for that.
I had a Demonstration for 4-H tonight and I brought Pixie and Harley. I talked about baby goats and their care. Harley was a big hit, everyone loved his ears. They (the babies) started getting kind of loud toward the end of the meeting because the Demo wasn't till after the meeting and it took forever. My sister and I each had a baby goat in our laps and it was kind of hard to concentrate, being the president and all that probably wasn't the best idea. I gave pretty basic goat facts, when they stop nursing, when their fully grown. That kind of thing. I know that I haven't put the pictures of the winter wonderland up yet but I'll do it tomorrow if it kills me, wait, how could I do it if I was dead?
Sunday, February 20, 2011
When I went out to take care of the goats this morning, my younger sister came out with me and went into the goat pen before me, I was a little behind her because I was taking pictures of the winter wonderland the woods had turned into (pictures tomorrow). She opened the door up and said, "Wendy's laying down." To which I responded with, "What kind of laying down?" "Uh, the one where you aren't standing on your legs?" Okay, then... I got in there and she was laying down. Wait, I already said that, didn't I? She had a head and two feet sticking out of her girly parts. The kid was obviously dead, but I don't think it was still born. I pulled on the kids legs one at a time with her contractions and got the kid out. It was huge, like, really, huge. It was a boy, that had Wendy's coloring and pygmy ears, we have never had a boy with pygmy ears before. I think that the kid was to big for Wendy to pop out by herself. As soon as I got the kid out, the placenta fell out after him, like it was waiting for it's turn and it had been waiting for a while. Wendy is doing fine and she isn't to sad. I don't think that she isn't at all, but she doesn't seem to be depressed. She had some orange peels and water and the last time I checked on her, she was cuddled up with Silver.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
A couple of days ago, I went out to take care of the goats and found Quinn laying splayed out on the ground and nearly gone. We made him comfortable, but their was nothing we could do. We had moved the babies outside the day before that and someone must have headbutted or trampled him, I moved them out of the basement because of the wonderful weather. I'm glad he got to see a bit of the world before he died. Two days after that, I went out to check on the goats and give Gracie a bottle at around midnight. Gracie was dead. I don't want to sound harsh, but I hate it when people say "Passed away" or "Gone" or "Lost" if you say lost, then that sounds like you have some chance of them coming back.I moved Pixie, Harley, Gold and Uhura into the old chicken pen because the duck pen is to wet. They are doing well there and Uhura has gotten over the fact that she only has one baby now. She was very sad at first but she's better now. Pixie is doing wonderfully and like to eat oranges. Harley nurses almost constantly and is still pretty tiny! I'll put pictures up later today so check back!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I'm so sorry. I'm a bad person, I haven't posted for almost a week. I have been so busy with life in general. Soccer training, baby goats, sleepovers, baby goats, sweeping the bathroom floor, baby goats, basketball... and did I mention baby goats? Pixie is doing wonderfully outside, she is in the big girls pen because it was so cold for the last couple of days. It's warming up though! It was 30 Fahrenheit almost all day! Silver is still not letting Gracie nurse so we have given up that idea. She is still in the basement and we hold her still so Gracie can nurse. Harley and Quinn are cute as can be! Their mom let's them nurse whenever they want. She is such a good mommy compared to Silver. Pixie sleeps sandwiched between her mom and Wendy. Wendy doesn't even try to bite her. Zoe doesn't really like her at all. As for news of myself, I received a pamphlet in the mail saying that someone had seen me playing and wants me to attend a soccer camp for girls in Indiana! The bad part? It's $600 to go. I want to raise money for it, so I'll be doing lot's of chores and mowing lawns and babysitting and doing all sots of stuff to make money. I'm even going to ask for my birthday money early! I slept over at my best friends house last night, I was up pretty late reading, and I read a whole book! I just want to thank everyone who reads my blog and leaves comments for me, I really enjoy reading them and I really appreciate the comments you guys leave for me when something goes wrong on the farm. Thank You!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
If you are a goat owner you know that having goats comes with lots of responsibility like cleaning the bathroom floor of straw and other debris that has been tracked up from the basement which, as you know, is the proper place to house goats. We have an old farm house, so there are two entrances to the basement. One from the bathroom and one from the outside. I try very hard to sweep everyday and even sometimes twice a day. But the stray pieces of straw still get stuck to the bottom of shoes and Marn sometimes Marn socks Marn. At the moment, I have a baby goat sucking on my left pinky finger. I think my finger's numb.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
If any of you guys are geeks like me, you have watched Bat-Man enough to know that the Joker has a sidekick named Harley Quinn, she's a girl, but who cares?
Uhura lost her ligaments yesterday afternoon. I insulated the duck pen more and moved Uhura in there. The ducks don't mind because at the moment they are living in the garage. the last time I checked on her was about 1:00 a.m. She wasn't showing any progress except for a long, clear, strand of mucus. I went to bed and set an alarm to wake me up at 3:00 a.m. When it woke me up I thought it was just the phone ringing so I hit off and went back to sleep. I don't know what time it was when I woke up, but my dad was yelling up the stairs, "Get out of bed! More baby goats!" I responded by mumbling something like, "I'm coming, I'm coming." over and over. I got down stairs, and found two, little, babies in the kitchen. My little sister had checked on Huey, and found them. I got Uhura in the house and in the basement. New straw went in the duck pen and Gold and Pixie have moved out. I cleaned the basement where they are staying and Uhura, Harley and Quinn moved in. We are giving shots of Oxytocin to Silver right before we let Gracie nurse. We give her the shot in her shoulder muscle, and then massage her udder. Then we wait 10 minutes and Milk her. We let Gracie latch on and nurse for as long as she wants. If there is any milk left over, we milk her out and let her on her merry way. We give the milk to Gracie in a bottle or freeze it for later. Pixie has her sweater on and is doing great outside with her mom.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Isn't she just the cutest? She has just hit the bouncy stage. She stands still on the kitchen floor and then just out of nowhere, she'll jump straight up in the air then spin around mid-air and scream as loud as she can. She's a screamer.
Pixie loves my little sister, she's like a cat and falls asleep whenever she picks her up.
She is also already learning the art of basking! Starting at such a young age should get her far in the basking world.
They sleep together in their box. They bounce together. They eat together. they like to lick each other. That's kind of gross, whatever. They are more sisters then cousins.
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
In a comment I received on my Q is for Quinn post, I was asked a few questions. Well Judie, here are your answers.
The gestation period of a goat is 5 months. 150 days to 155 days.
The red line best indicates the ligaments you check to tell if a doe is going to deliver soon. They usually feel like pencils that are diagonal to the spine. They will generally loosen up and "disappear" 12 hours before birth. Some of the ribs that are closer to the abdomen will also soften to allow the kid a easier passage out. Other signs of labor are: far away look in the eyes, standing hunched up by themselves if they are a social goat. One of my does likes to be by herself sometimes. Drifting away from the other goats, pawing at the ground, they can also do this when making a bed to sleep in at night.
So, Judie, does this answer your question? I hope it was helpful. I tried my hardest. If anyone else who has little experience with goats has a question, feel free to ask in comments!
It seems to be baby season on the farm.
We have another little face to brighten our day. Meet Quinn! She is Silver's baby. She was born yesterday at around 9:00 p.m.
I, once again, was not present for the birth. Dang it. All I want is to see a baby get born. Is that too much to ask for? I don't think so. I mean, if you work and live with goats, and have had 6 baby goats born on the farm, don't you think I should have been present for at least one? I think so. I also think I might be acting a little immature. I should be allowed to though, I'm only 12. Okay, enough about me. Let's move on to Quinn!
At about 10:30 yesterday morning, I checked all the girls ligaments. I do this every time I go out gotta make sure no babies are on their merry, little way. Well, Silver didn't have any ligaments. I even taught my little sister how to check and make sure that they do or don't have ligaments. She thought that the goat would bite her or stomp on her foot or something, she's not even a year younger then me. 363 days to be exact. So I finally got her to do it and she was like, "Wow, that is squishy!" Heehee. So I didn't move her into the basement. I don't think my dad would have let me without the actual baby goat. We got one. I finished taking care of the does and then proceeded to go to my friend's house. We went sledding and watched a movie. I got home at around 6:3o I think. I ate dinner even though I had already had spaghetti at my friends house. I read part of my book and and watched Nova. I checked on Pixie and was about to go read in my room. Then I remembered that I still needed to get more grain for Gold. I figured I would just check on Silver while I was out there. I checked on her first. I was just opening the door when I heard Silver yelling like a maniac and then, a high pitched, yelling, baby goat. I got the door open and shone the flashlight around, I saw, her picked her up and ran to the house. If you read the last Alphabe-Thursday post about Pixie being born, you'll remember the standard protocol for finding a baby goat. I, again, did neither. Quinn did it for me. She screamed bloody murder the whole way to the house. I'd say she was about 5 minutes old. It was really cold out and goop was starting to freeze on her ears. I got her in the house and started to dry her off with my dad helping me. He's the one holding her for the first picture. Thanks dad! Her right ear was a little bit frozen and one of them is floppy at the tip because of that. Here's me holding Pixie and Quinn.
Quinn is a Ground Hog Day goat!!
Silver is a worse mother then Gold was! She headbutts Quinn and Pixie! Not really bad, but still. She is a naughty goat. I have decided to milk Silver and give it to Quinn in a bottle. She sucks anything she can get in her mouth.
Including, my: chin, ear, jaw, fingers, knees, shirt, jacket...ect. You get what I'm saying? She has so much slobber, it's amazing. How can such a tiny goat have so much spit? It's very sticky too. I have to go give her a bottle.
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Meet Quinn! She's Silvers baby. I didn't name her just for the letter "Q" for Alphabe-Thursday. We got a blizzard today and we were listening to Quinn the Eskimo by Manfred Man. Doesn't it look like she's wearing a black parka and has snowflakes stuck all over her? Now we have 4 goats in the basement. Pixie is her half sister/cousin. They have the same dad, and their moms are sisters. Goat relations are so confusing. I'll post more about her tomorrow for