Happy Tuesday?

I hope so, Monday wasn’t so great.  It started with the difficulties I had with the buck when I took the does out to milk.  He decided he was going to go with the does even if it meant slamming me into the gate.  I banged my hand pretty hard which of course made milking and working painful.  The rest of the day didn’t go much better.  For some reason, I was really, really tired.  Wally was too so maybe it’s because we spent so much time out in the sun over the weekend.  Because it’s been so hot the past few months, we haven’t been outside quite so much.

Hopefully today will go better.  I don’t feel so tired this morning.  I managed to get in six hours yesterday so if I can get six hours in each of the four days I’m working, my paycheck won’t be so small.  It will be interesting to see if I’ll be “helping out” the other woman again next week.  I’m at the point now where I don’t even care.  I used to care …

After the buck caused so much trouble yesterday I was ready to tell Wally that he needed to take him to the sale on Thursday and it didn’t matter if all the does were bred or not.  I spoke to a dairy owner that I respect a great deal and she told me that with as many does as I have now, I really need to set up separate buck quarters and commit to keeping a buck or two.  We really need a secure place to put goats be they bucks or does.  I would have liked to have had a secure place to put the two youngest does so I could hold them back and breed them later, but we really don’t have such a place.  That needs to be remedied.  Of the four young does we kept back this year, two were born in January, two in March.  The two that were born in March were bred two months earlier than they should have been.  They are growing well and I’ll make sure that they get extra nutrition over the coming months and hope that they kid okay.  I like that all of the does are going to kid within weeks of each other.  I’d rather get it all done at once rather than have it spread out over months like we did last year.  Kidding season is stressful.

I’m stressed about Wally going to Ohio this weekend.  I’m worried that something will happen to either the truck or, even worst, to him.  I’m going to be a wreck all weekend until he gets home.

It’s a wonder I don’t have ulcers.

Off to milk so I can get in to work early and get it done.

Until later …