I came down with a nasty stomach flu Tuesday morning and was flat out for all of Tuesday and most of Wednesday. I’m feeling better now, but I’m behind the eight-ball catching up.
This morning didn’t go so well. Angel was a pain in the butt about coming out to be milked. She doesn’t want to leave her babies. The other five (including Addie and Billie who have babies) are happy to come out for the food they know they are going to get in the milk room, but not Angel. Gel had to really get on her to get her to come out. Once I got her on the stand, she was okay in the beginning, then she started kicking. Not much irritates me more than trying to milk a goat who is kicking. Angel may find that her babies will disappear one day if she keeps this up. On the other side of the coin, Addie doesn’t seem to care much about her baby. Frequently, I see him out there trying to nurse, but Addie keeps moving away. He is getting some milk, he’s not crying, but I hate to see him trying so hard. Damn, I hate to have to bottle feed babies, but this is getting to be a bit ridiculous. Fennel is due any day now. I wonder which side of the spectrum she’ll fall on.
March 22 can’t come soon enough. I’m fed up with dealing with Buster and his bullish behavior. You have to keep a close eye on him when you go in to take care of the poultry. I tried to put him back up with the sheep this morning, but he immediately started riding them. I know he’ll ride the goats if given half a chance. He’s causing damage to the structures in the poultry pasture by rubbing his horns on them. The next calf will surely be castrated.
Gel was a worthless jerk while moving Buster up to the sheep and then separate him out from the sheep and bringing them back. Right now, his brain is located in his testicles. Split will be the last intact bitch that will be kept on the premises. Sure, I could neuter Gel, but he’s healthier as an intact male. Split is going to be spayed before her next heat.
I’m trying to rehome Dream and there’s a good chance I’m going to sell Merlin. Merlin has been rough on Dream. He doesn’t let her eat and I don’t have the time or patience to stand guard while she finishes her food to keep him from getting it. At this time, we do not have a proper place for horses and I hate the thought of them standing in a mud hole (not that most horses in this area are not standing in mud holes). I was letting them out to graze on the 15 acres, but once his belly gets full, Merlin gets into trouble. Yesterday, he broke one of the windows on the milk parlor. While I like the idea of having a horse and of course I love riding, etc., let’s face it, horses are essentially worthless, bottomless money-pits. I can’t afford to keep worthless animals. If it were not for his meat, I’d sell Buster as well.
Okay, I’m really, really cranky and a lot of it is due to the never-ending shitty weather and being sick. It will get better, right?
Until later …