I wrote last (I think) that we made major changes in the farm. We switched from Saanen and Alpine dairy goats to Oberhasli. It was a good move. They aren’t giving as much milk as the other breeds did but getting the milk out of them is tremendously more pleasant. I can put all the does up into an alleyway to wait as I milk them and they don’t scream and bash each other. I used to have to tie some of the other does I had to keep them from banging. There’s nothing worst than the sound of goats hitting steel panels. We have one doe that just kidded so her doeling often runs up into the alleyway with her. With the other breeds, they’d be bashing that doeling around like a football. Not the Oberhaslis. They may lower their heads and threaten to butt but they never connect, just threaten.
I have one doe, her name is Ophelia but we call her “Pill Popper.” She’s the only one that give me trouble milking and I have to hobble her which is a pain but she’s a good milker and stays in excellent condition. I can’t stand seeing a goat milk herself to skin and bones no matter how much you feed them.
We’ve had to go through two series of chemical wormings and now I’m waiting for my order of herbal wormer to get delivered. The goal is to use herbal worming most of the time and only use chemical wormer if absolutely necessary.
On the dog front, Evie continues to delight. She’s a lot of work, but any working-bred puppy is going to be a lot of work. She’s impossibly hard to photograph, smart as a whip and very interested in working with me. I took her in with the two bucks and wether yesterday evening. I wanted to see what she’d do with them and more importantly what they’d do with her. She does charge them at the fence and they put their heads down at her and I thought they might do that with her in with them. Nope. She went around them and has a strong sense of group (thank God! That’s hard to teach in a dog!). She did single off the wether a bit but he kept breaking away from the group – she didn’t chase him off, she brought him back every time. She was trying to bite his rear end but not terribly. Most importantly, she didn’t bark as a lot of Aussies do. She’s young, not even five months old. I have a lot of time to work with her.
Except for the heat and again, lack of rain, everything is good here.
Until later …