The Black Gelding

He’s here.  We got him loaded into the trailer without too much trouble.  He was scared, but not stupid.  When he got here, again, he was scared, but not stupid.  He and Merlin were introduced and they seemed to get along fine.  It was when we put him into the paddock that he scared us.  He started to run and run and run and run and run.  He slid into the fence a few times.  As of Saturday evening, he still wasn’t settled.  He seems to think he should be outside in a large pasture some where.  I can’t blame him, that’s where he’s been for the past I don’t know how many years.  He isn’t eating well.  I expect in a day or two, he’ll calm down and I’ll start doing ground work again with him.

In the long run, he’s in a better place.  All of the horses over there, including this gelding, have lost weight since we first went over there to see them.  It’s no wonder, the pasture they are on is all but stripped of grass.  It doesn’t appear that they are getting any hay, minerals or grain.

Yesterday morning, I called the woman who owns the goat that was here last fall for breeding.  According to my calculation, she was due the middle of March.  When she picked up the phone she said that she was thinking of me and was going to call.  Apparently, her Icelandic sheep were beating on the two goats (the doe that was here for breeding and her yearling daughter) such that she couldn’t let them out at the same time so the goats were being kept in a stall.  No one was happy with the arrangement.  She asked if I would be willing to take the two goats for her until the doe kids out at which time, she’ll re-evaluate the situation.  She said that maybe she had made a mistake in buying the goats and that it was the sheep she should be focusing on.  She’s taken up spinning the wool from the sheep and apparently, you can milk Icelandic sheep so maybe that would give her enough milk for her needs and she wouldn’t need the goats at all.  Fine for us, both goats are extremely well bred.  The adult doe is a high yield milker.

When we went to pick them up, we both noticed that they didn’t look as good as they did last year when we saw them.  Dairy goats really require high quality food, minerals and exercise.  My goats are blessed with having access to the adjacent fields to browse.  They all look wonderful.

I pulled Angel from the milk string for now.  Her udder is still sore.  While I can milk her with hobbles, it is excruciatingly painful for both of us.  I’ll leave her babies on her until her udder heals.  It’s getting better, but it needs more time to heal.  I’m getting more than enough milk from the other three does and I can still get some milk out of Angel with her babies on her.  It’s relatively easy milking her with an almost-empty udder … a completely full one is another story.

I hate the time change.  It is so disruptive.  Here it is 7:45, when really it’s 6:45.  I wish they’d leave the clocks alone and let the days lengthen naturally.  Statistically, there are a lot of car accidents this time of year due to the loss of sleep.

I had the local news on this morning, but I got irritated with it and turned it off.  We are watching less and less of the local news.  It is so incredibly full of gloom and doom it isn’t funny.  This morning, they were going on and on about the “cool down.”  It’s going to be in the high 50’s today.  What is so wrong with that?  It’s a whole hell of a lot better than the 30’s or 40’s that we were having not so long ago.  To me, 50’s is a nice warm up.  Sixties, 70’s and 80’s are going to come soon enough.  We should enjoy what we have now.  We got a bad thunderstorm Friday night which brought us an inch and a half of rain.  The recent rain, coupled with the warmer weather will get the grass growing.  It already looks greener.  I hope the black gelding settles down enough so that I can let both horses out to graze on the 15 acres in the next few days.

Until later …