Ohiofarmgirl'sAdventuresinTheGoodLand-where ya been? whatcha been doin

[Dace]

Enjoy your ice cream girl....sounds like you've earned it!

I'd love to see more pix of the babies! They sound adorable

 

[lorihadams]

Oh lordy! Hope today is better for you girl!

Our goats will be dam raised too....I'm pro breastfeeding....even with animals!

 

[ohiofarmgirl]

i'll have to preface this update by saying that i've had exactly 12 minutes of sleep in the last 2 nites..... the first nite was sleepless because the darn earth was tilting the wrong way. last nite? robbed by goats.

i tell you the truth: i dont love goats. nope. not even them little skip popping babies, as cute as they are... just dont love them at all. now i dont hate them like i hates them twice cursed pigs.. i just dont love them. they are troublesome and always look like they are up to no good. and the keep you up all nite.

so yesterday we actually did feats of strength, hard work, and discipline.. we got A LOT done, the least of which was to have The Burnpile of Tears... or of Horrors depending on how you look at it...it was a big success.. and we were proud of ourselves as we threw the last bucket of feathers from the duck dressing into the pyre and we marched up the hill to doze on the deck and see if the International Space Station could see our burn pile from above atmo... no problem!

and then we went to round up the critters and put everyone to bed. thats when i found our momma goat, Debbie, in a heap hiding in the back of the stall. yikes! she was down but reluctantly got up and i took her to the milking stand to get used to being fed there. this is when the goat trouble started. she didnt eat a bite.

dang.

so i called the neighbor kid who came running. we stood there both shaking our heads and not knowing what to do. Debbie wouldnt eat, she didnt want to stand up, she was doing some kind of weird stretching thing...and she didnt have any milk. at all.

clearly over her head the neighbor kid said to call their most excellent vet. of course these things dont ever happen mid-day on a tuesday and at 7pm on a saturday i figured that this was going to cost a gajillion dollars but i called and left a message with the emergency service.

but dont worry - i didnt have to pay that vet's fee... because, when they finally called us back, they said that because we weren't current clients with them... tough too bads for us and call someone else.

me: huh? call who? (thinking: so how do you become clients!?!?)
she: um..like.. so.. you can call Fast Freddie's Fly By Nite Vet office
me: do you have a number?
she: um no. and we have REAL emergencies here so you can just look it up yourself
me: what town is that even in??
she: *rattled off a town about 100 miles away*

so i stood there slack jawed and buggy eyed and honestly had no idea what to do. really. i was completely stumped. i called Fast Freddie's and it went as you can imagine.... bad recording, person sounded confused, and no i didnt hear back.

so we did what we could with Debbie... gave her fluids, took her temp (normal), looked up symptoms on the websites etc etc. but we still had no idea at all what to do. pretty much it was as if someone had thrown us the keys to the space shuttled and said: golly i cant get this thing started - can you fix it?

so we decided to call our old vet. we were way too far to expect a house call but we were hoping for at least a clue or something.

The Big Man and I just stood there staring at poor Debbie. the only thing i ever wanted to know about goats was: hay in, milk out. goats are too complicated. they are weird and they do weird things. chickens, dogs, cats are easy - goats? who the heck knows. not us thats for sure.

mercifully our old vet called back immediately and gave us some things to do (treat with vitamins for possible deficiency, treat also for colic symptoms). we did as told, asked if we should get the gun (no), and finally at 10:30pm we wished poor Debbie luck and went to bed.

between the geese screaming (we are now in The Season of Gander Anger), the guineas shrieking like howler monkeys, and me filled with dread at having to go out there and find Debbie dead.. i'm guessing i got about 9 minutes of sleep last nite. most of the nite i was thinking how a cow wouldnt do this to me...stupid troublesome goats.

O-Dark-Thirty:
i trudge out there with trusty dogs awaiting my fate... was it shovels for all hands? or go into town and get a better remedy than we had last nite? who knew..

i took a deep breath in the early morning and opened the door to find....

Debbie standing there. happily. then she pooped. perfectly.

for heavens sakes. not only was she fine, she was really fine. stupid goat with her troublesome fake symptoms or whatever was going on.

i trudged back in a sleepy fog hopping to get two winks. just as i laid back down OD really started cranking on The Season of Gander Anger and he was screaming his heart out. no he wasnt been attacked by wolves. he was just mad. and loud.. useless to lay there i pulled on my shorts and shoes and decided to go and get the better remedy. off to town i went. to walmart of all places.

by the time i hit the walmart parking lot I had entered my own Season of Anger.... i have a special kind of hatred for the walmart and having to miss church to play nursemaid to a goat, combined with my lack of sleep was starting to grate on me. bad.

i snarled at the greeter as i stomped into that hideous lighting to be blinded by that horrible blue corporate color plastered all over every surface with the stupid smiley signs... by the time i got to the vitamin section i was as angry as one of those enraged silverback gorillas that come crashing thru the jungle to chase off the poor cameraman (they always tell him not to run and he always does....)... and seein' as how i was technically half in my pj's and i hadnt even tried to comb my hair... i probably looked like one too. i may even have been dragging my knuckles too...

luckily for them they had what i needed. but unluckily for them.. they had moved the pet section. so i had to tromp the equivalent of 9 city blocks to get back there only to find that they hadnt stocked the new pet shelves yet... i roared my anger and scared off a few of the blue frocked employees and i crashed thru the jungle.. i mean the baby section... still on the hunt for what i needed.

there was only one thing that would help now.. coffee. and cream.

i stormed back to the dairy section to find the only cream they had was that stupid "Great Value" brand. cream? Great Value? great value my patootie....who are the fooling? its today's generic brand. they might as well just have white packaging and black lettering like they did in the 80's.

and the price was so low.. they had to either have gotten it from China or there is an honest dairy farmer selling his cows at auction right now because there is no way anyone is making any money on cream that cheap.... i refused to be a puppet to their evil ways...booooo sam walton! booo!!!

and another thing. now i dont have the exact verse (i think its in Lamentations) but i'm fairly certain that its some kind of sin to miss church and be at walmart on sunday morning. i could just see myself before the Judgment Seat:

(after a very long reading of each unfortunate word ever uttered)
Him: so it also says here that you forsook the faithful to go to walmart on sunday
me: well what happened was..
Him: shhh! no excuses
me: but what i was trying to say was....
Him: zip it!
me: dang!
Him: well we'll have to write that one down too
me: oh sh...
Him: quiet!

anyway...

i stomped off in search of coffee. i got a bag of Seattle's Finest Triple Black Obsidian Javamania and grunted in satisfaction...now on to donuts! reliably bad, at least they were full of sugar and technically, in an academic sense.. it was something chocolate....

ummm... coffee! donuts! Unga happy now.... i hurried out of the parking lot to avoid a smiting bolt of lightening....

we worked most of the day outside. and Debbie didnt fall over dead. whoot!

so finally i could lay down. or so i thought. basically it was a giant conspiracy involving all of the animals on this property - and the surrounding ones.. to keep me from the one or two winks i desperately needed.

first, all the cats had to come around and see what i was doing... then one of the stupid guineas got up into a tree near an open window...and brother.. if you have a house full of cats and a guinea in the window it is some kind of party.

our 17 pound maine coon x raccoon sat in the window and 'ACK ACK ACK ACK'ed at the bird so deliciously close.. the guinea screamed back, of course... i threw a pillow to get Cat 1 out of the window but he just swatted it away with his king sized mouse stompers..

Cat 2 arrived on the scene. she promptly put her litter box paws in my mouth.

Cat 3 showed up - he and Cat 2 hissed and batted each other on the head. on my head.

i shook those two off.

Cat 4 came to see what all the action was about...

finally, finally.. it was quiet and no one was standing on me.. i was just about to drift off when.....

CLANG CLANG CLANG!!!!

i sat bolt upright and cats flew like shrapnel in all directions.

for heavens sakes. well i did in fact ask The Big Man to fix that fence.... and there he was with the fence post pounder....

so i abandoned the effort and got up and am now just waiting until i can finally go to bed. oh wait. but first i have to tromp out there and check on that troublesome goat.

dang you goats! why cant you be cows!?!?! if i had a cow i could have my own "great value" on cream... it would be FREE and sam walton and his dang walmart could.... well. you know..but i'll keep it to myself..it is sunday you know....
;-)

 

[big brown horse]

OFG, I love your real life stories! I can't get enough.

Sorry your little goat isn't feeling up to par.

 

[Up-the-Creek]

(sorry,..)

I hate mornings like that,..and nights. You should add children to that equation,.....

 

[Blackbird]

You know you love those goats!!

 

[Farmfresh]

You should have emailed Blackbird immediately. Then you could have gotten some sleep.

Kidding aside - I feel your pain ... Our last pouring rain, sick animal session is still way too fresh in my brain. Get some rest tonight. Tomorrow is another adventure.

 

[FarmerDenise]

Hope you get some good and well deserved sleep tonight.

 

[freemotion]

Oh, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with....Who am I trying to kid, I am unabashedly laughing right atcha!!!!

 

[Quail_Antwerp]

I'm NOT laughing! I remember all too well on why I don't like goats... sheesh I needed this to remind me that "no, I don't want goats!"

If it makes you feel any better OFG, they all laughed at me when I posted my goat sagas, too. Except, mine were along the lines of me running from a 250# boer buck, and wanting to slaughter Mama goat who didn't respect fences.