The best laid plans …

Onyx decided that he was going to go missing yesterday morning.  He must have realized that I don’t check out his testicles (making sure both had dropped) without good reason.  When 12:00 rolled around and he still hadn’t reappeared, I called the vet to reschedule.  A few minutes after I hung up the phone, Onyx came in through the cat door.  He’s a cat, what can I say.  You can’t make plans around cats.

As it turns out, it works out better.  I rescheduled for Sunday afternoon and Wally will go with me because we are going to bring her LaMancha buck back with us.  He’s been getting out of her fence so she’s decided to sell him.  I thought I’d put him in with my does (he can’t get out of my fence) for a week or so to see if Rain will cycle and go ahead and breed her then Wally will take him to the sale.  I want to try to space out my goat breeding plans so I have the chance of having at least one doe milking all year round.  I am not so sure Rain is going to cooperate.  I haven’t seen her cycle since she’s been here.  Maybe living with a buck will do it.  If not, then nothing lost.

I took the time yesterday to bake a couple of loaves of bread and make two Shepherd’s Pie casseroles.  One to eat this week and one to go in the freezer. I work today from 10:30 to 2:30, off Wednesday, then a long day on Thursday and another short day on Friday, then off for the weekend and a multitude of projects for the weekend.

A farmer’s work is never done …