goat lice: shoot me now
Posted on February 25, 2010 - Filed Under goats, honeymilk farm | Leave a Comment
It all started when I noticed Lucy, one of my goats, had wet shoulders. What the heck? Was she dipping into the water bucket? Was one of the other goats peeing on her? I mean, goats can be weird like that. But no. She was wet because she was [...]
Read More..>>how to hand milk a goat
Posted on November 17, 2009 - Filed Under goats, honeymilk farm | 4 Comments
Okay, you’re sitting at the milking stand, staring at an udder: what next??? I have previously written about how I milk my goats using a small hand-powered milker. I love my milker, I do. But it does break occasionally. If you’re smart, you have two, so you can run and get the spare when you [...]
Read More..>>come on, let’s go on a goat walk!
Posted on October 6, 2009 - Filed Under goats, honeymilk farm | Leave a Comment
I’ve mentioned before that we take our goats on walks. The girls come along with us like dogs do, except, being goats, they hoover up fallen leaves like nobody’s business. Yellow tulip poplars leaves are their favorite, so this is the best time of year for walks, as far as they are concerned.
When we let [...]
good-bye cinnamon! we’ll miss you!
Posted on August 18, 2009 - Filed Under goats | 1 Comment
They grow up so fast!
Here he was, just a few minutes old:
And here he is, just eight weeks later, a few minutes before he left us to live with his new family.
Running and jumping and humping everything that would stand still for it… Sob! Cinnamon, it all passed in a blur!
Joking aside, Sophie and [...]
when goat mamas won’t nurse their kids
Posted on July 9, 2009 - Filed Under goats | 4 Comments
Last year we had Fancy as a first freshener (that’s what they call a first time goat mama, you gotta love goat terminology). Fancy was a bottle-fed baby herself, which is why I think she was totally confused about the whole mother thing. What the H-H-HELL are these creatures, she seemed to say, and W-W-WHY [...]
Read More..>>adorable, friendly goat baby for sale
Posted on July 5, 2009 - Filed Under goats, honeymilk farm | 4 Comments
Meet Cinnamon!
This Miniature Nubian sweetie-pie is going to need a new home in about six weeks. He has been disbudded, but he has all his boy parts at the moment, though he would make a lovely pet if whethered. Or he can be registered (both his parents are), and can pass on some strong dairy [...]
Read More..>>goat yard morning
Posted on June 28, 2009 - Filed Under goats, honeymilk farm | Leave a Comment
The goat babies went outside today for the first time. It was so funny when I opened up that stall door—they craned their necks out, raising and lowering their heads, looking and sniffing, refusing for several minutes to step hoof out of safety as they tried to comprehend this new, alien landscape. They got over [...]
Read More..>>it’s a girl! and a boy!
Posted on June 25, 2009 - Filed Under goats, honeymilk farm | 1 Comment
Lucy had her babies! Oh so exciting!
She was acting weird all day, pawing the ground, getting up laying down getting up, not eating…so we knew it was soon. Finally, around 6pm, she started really pushing. Nothing to do but talk sweetly to her and comfort her as she did her work….
But it went on and [...]
Read More..>>bad things come in threes. or fours. (or maybe fives?)
Posted on June 2, 2009 - Filed Under goats, mayalife | 3 Comments
(1) Last week, when I was feeding our neighbor’s cats (they were out of town for a wedding—the neighbors, not the cats) some bozos broke into their house and stole their flatscreen. No shit! The weirdest part (besides feeling extremely vulnerable and freaked out) was that I heard the whole thing. I thought it was [...]
Read More..>>kittenphobia
Posted on May 30, 2009 - Filed Under goats, honeymilk farm | Leave a Comment
We got the kitten, which has been tentatively named Turtle, to the barn! She seems to be going through a total personality transformation, from semi-feral fear ball, to bouncy happy runs-up-to-meet-us fluffy cakes. She’s downright…kittenish! And she’s out of the junk heap and into the goat barn, where, as I predicted, she seems much happier.
But.
The [...]
