No work today so it’s an easy start to the morning. Just finished milking and have the milk in the freezer to chill it. I still need to go back out and get my buckets and get them washed, but I felt like I wanted to sit down and take it easy for a few minutes. The new/used refrigerator didn’t work out. We decided to just return it and get our money back. The brand new replacement refrigerator didn’t pan out and he was offering to fix the old one and give us a one year warranty, but it just didn’t seem right. Once we have the available funds we might get one from a real store, but then again, we might now. With the two calves, we don’t have a lot of extra milk sitting in the refrigerator.
Dropped off my Western saddle with the saddle maker that I use to have the stirrup leathers replaced. The repair that was done on them previously was not done properly and the saddle maker said that to fix them would be the safest option. I feel like having this done adds value to the saddle and should it not work out, I sell it and not loose any money on it. Other than the stirrup leathers, the saddle maker confirmed that the saddle was sound and in very good condition.
When I came home yesterday, when I went down to feed them, I didn’t see the two calves in the lower pasture. I took Gel and headed down to find them. If it were not for him, I don’t know that I would have found them. They were on the wrong side of the fence near the swamp in deep brush. The must have followed the goats in through one of the holes in the fence, but didn’t follow them out. It took me a little while to find the hole that the goats went through, but once I did, I sent Gel in through the brush to drive the calves out. I’m so glad that I didn’t have to go in there and fish them out. Thank goodness for a good dog.
His “goodness” went downhill after that. The Nubian goat charged him and he gripped her head on, but when she turned, he gripped her in a very inappropriate place: the back of her udder. Lovely … The wounds are in a place where the do not interfere with milking and I believe I can heal the wounds, but not only does her baby die while in our care (which wasn’t our fault); but now the doe is going to have scars on the back of her udder. All dogs have their faults and one of Gel’s faults is that he doesn’t grip head or tail on. I think perhaps if I kept my mouth shut and let Gel handle livestock aggression in his own manner it wouldn’t be so much of a problem. Gwen’s udder was in really bad shape over the winter and I was able to heal her so hopefully it will go the same for the goat.
I made some yogurt using cow milk and Piima culture yesterday and tried it this morning. Oh … it has to be the best yogurt that I’ve ever put in my mouth. I’ll make more tonight.
Well, I best go and finish up with my chores, dig out some salad greens for a client and then head out to do a few errands. I am having a bale of hay delivered around lunchtime and I’ll need to tie that up in small-bale-sized portions and put that up in the hay house. Hopefully I’ll still have the energy to ride after that.
Until later …