Here he is! Drinking a gallon of milk a day and eating grain and alfalfa hay like it’s going out style, tearing up paper, jumping on furniture, unplugging appliances by wrapping himself in the cords, and generally being a goat-nut. His name is Sunrising Danziger Elijah and we LOVE him! He was a little wild and crazy the first couple of days, but now he leads with a collar and leash pretty well, loves to be scratched on his hinney and follows me everywhere!
He’s moved to an outdoor pen beside the girls for exercise, but still comes inside at night. Since our livestock guardian dog is on the other side of the fence, he might not be able protect him from wild coyotes or wolverines…(luckily we have few of either of those around here). Plus, the girls usually go inside the barn at night, and we don’t want him getting lonely….and being inside with us has helped him tame down tremendously.
We look forward to him having kids on the ground early next spring, and us having more milk to use in soap making too!
This is Atticus, our 6 year old registered American Alpine Buck. Atticus would like to find a new farm to live on where he can have more girl friends than he is allowed here. He is closely related to most of our does and as I have explained to him many times, we just don’t get to fornicate with close relatives. No, he doesn’t understand, but he agrees that a new farm would give him a better opportunity to strut his stuff, spread his manliness around and enjoy more feminine attentions.
Atticus is well behaved, but does need good fences. He’s never been aggressive toward humans and I can lead him easily…although I would really prefer not to this time of year as he has “perfumed” himself quite nicely….which is attractive to the girls, but not to me, much as he’d like to think I am impressed by it.
He can be traded for a pile of money, about $300 dollars would do it, along with a warm shed or barn and a nice pasture with lots of grass or weeds. Atticus has been a great buck, producing really nice daughters and sons and I want to make sure he goes to a new farm that loves him and will keep his feet trimmed, keep him wormed, etc .
It’s been a very, very busy fall, and in lieu of blogging on a regular basis, I’ve taken the Facebook shortcut route for updates, and although I really do love facebook, it does have it limits, for one, being, it is not as personal as a blog, and not as long-standing as the pages update constantly.
So, I made myself trot on over here and post a little bit about some of the things going on here at this time of the year.
Of course, like everyone else, we are seeing fall colors that are absolutely beautiful! Fall would be my favorite season if it weren’t for the fact that grasping at fall’s crisp red slippers are the icy fingers of old man winter.
Old man winter and I are not very fond of each other. Not at all. But, he comes every year whether we like him or not so I try not to be too miserable.
The goats have mostly all been bred…and are settled now. We do have 2 young summer-born does that will be bred late this season, so they are still coming into heat every 21 days. All the for-sale animals have been sold, and we’re getting ready to batten down the hatches.
The one sad spot for us right now is that our beloved Onyx, that crazy labrador affectionately known as “Monster” has not only developed lymes disease, but it also looks like he’s got bone cancer in his left rear leg at the hock joint, as well as in the elbow joint in the front right leg.
They’ve done a jumble of tests that proved inconclusive so did a bone biopsy last week. We do not have the official result back for that yet, but the vets are not too optimistic. We compared the x-rays from Sept. to the latest set and the bone degeneration is significant, which I’ve learned is usually the case with fast-growing, aggressively spreading bone cancers.
Onyx has been put on a homemade diet, which is, at best, too little, too late, and he’s also on pain meds and antibiotics.
He’ll be 11 years old on feb. 22. I bought him as a five week old puppy for CG, and so he’s been a very special dog, always my best friend and confidant even when CG and I were apart for 8 years.
We’ve got the fire going all the time now, and I bought an egg-crate type mattress pad and folded it over to make it three layers thick. We put some fuzzy blankets over the top of this and it makes a very comfortable dog bed. All the commercial beds I could find were high loft and fluffy, but add a little weight to them, and the dog sinks right through to the floor. No support at all.
Well, with the sun high in the sky, I’ve decided that I need to get all the horses feet done today before it turns colder again. The goats are already done for the month, so at least I don’t have to do quite so many feet in one day!
Would love to hear your comments and happenings at your place this fall.
You can see my sweatshirt behind Jada. I was worn out so laid the shirt on the hay so I would have some place to rest. Jada came over and laid right next to me. She didn’t get up and paw and do a million circles or anything, just laid down calmly beside me and breathed heavily.
When this goat stands up, she barely looks pregnant at all, but laying down positioned the kid so you could clearly tell she either had a couple of kids in there or one really big one.
It ended up being one 9 pound doe kid! Seven pound kids are average for us, so this doe was quite a bit bigger than average. Her mom needed a little help birthing the head, but the kid was positioned correctly and that certainly made things easier. This is our first kid out of Bold Type, which is a nice buck owned by my friend at Nightskyfarm. I named her Cherry Blossom.
It’s so wonderful when births go so well. So far this year all the kids were perfectly presented and did not require any assistance at all.
It is a great day for having babies too. It’s warm, sunny and nice outside.
I guess now I have to get back to work laying down old hay over the grass seed I planted in the pasture. Surprisingly CG is still letting me use his truck after I got it stuck on a pile of wet hay and broke the plastic guard off the bumper. I tied it back on with a ziptie but he still says we got to pull it the rest of the way off.
Good thing was that I managed to get the truck unstuck all by myself. Now if I could just learn how to chop off a rooster head, I’d be all set.
Okay, so I couldn’t get a picture of the moon, but believe me, it was FULL!
Alicia, (aka My Lisa) is in the background, standing under the full moon. She’s quite lovely, isn’t she? Atticus is in the foreground, and has been doing his duty for Lisa, under the full moon, for 24 whole hours. I had planned to leave her in with Atticus until she took, as they are quite fond of one another, but she’s our herd queen and she said she was ready to come out, and queens always get what they want.
Served on a silver platter.
Or in this case, in a plastic feed tub.
We’re hoping that this time she’ll take. It’s the 9th heat she’s had this season and the 6th time she’s been bred, never under a full moon until now….we’ll see what effect a night sky and a beautiful full moon have on her fertility. Of course, we want girls too….three of them please.
Jet Kat Jada, (aka Jada) also got bred today to a fancy buck down the road named Bold Type. We hope to be swimming in does and milk this spring.
We were hoping to postpone it, or perhaps avoid it all together, but when you’re living by the laws of nature, some things are just unavoidable.
We had pastured all the bucks with the two mares and the pony, and they all seemed happy with the situation.
Until yesterday, when CG and I needed to make repairs on the girls shed.
With all the excitement, the young bucklings decided to shoot through the electric wire and risk getting shocked, to get over with the girls, who were very excited about what we were doing.
All of them are in full-blown rut now, and even holding them by their collars got buck- rut-stink on my hands and turned my stomach.
Luckily I’m not pregnant.
If you know anyone who’s pregnant, better advise them to stay away from buck goats in the fall.
We put the baby boys back in their infant pen in the yard..(they are now 80-plus pound babies) and so far they are staying put. They can’t see the girls, and I’m betting they can’t smell them either…although we can sure smell them BOYS! YUK!
Our 4 year old buck, Atticus however, who has happily stayed in the pasture with the horses so far this season, must have gotten the idea too, because when I woke this morning and looked out the window, Malachai, our guardian dog who lives with the does, was acting a bit strange. Upon closer inspection, I saw a big stinky buck standing in the middle of the girls, looking smug.
It was too late to do anything, so I went ahead and had my coffee, and then donned plastic gloves, which really didn’t help, and got Atticus back into his own pasture. The buck pen will have to be reinforced today and he’s going to be locked in it for the rutting season.
I checked the girls and luckily, he didn’t breed any of the babies. I hadn’t decided if I was going to breed them this year…and in any case, they are not quite up to the 90-100 pound breeding weights needed.
Alicia for sure was bred, and Michal showed signs of it. Michal was going to milk through this year and possibly next without kidding…ha ha ha. Alicia is right on track, I keep hoping each year for a doe kid from her and hopefully this year she’ll give me one.
And that about covers it for this Monday mornings excitement. Luckily the Stink-Be-Gone soap I made seemed to do the trick last night, and got the buck odor completely off of me. I’m betting I’ll need to use the whole bar up by the time this day is over…..Ahhhh, the joys of fall and bucks-in-rut!
Ever do any research on milk and types of milks available to us?
Convinced that all milk is bad?
Well, that of course would not be true…and recently there have been several scientific books published shedding light on some of the differences between milks, including species, feed, lifestyle, and even what types of proteins are available in milk from various cows.
Goats, so I’ve read, ALL produce milk that is A2, which is very, very good.
Some cows also produce milk that is A2, but somehow, a few thousand years ago, a genetic mutation occured that caused cows to begin producing milk that is A1 in type. This type of milk has been linked to all sorts of human diseases.
Anyway, I thought you might enjoy the link, which is to a book written on the subject, but if you scroll down you can get a little info on it too.
If anyone has any other links that they would like to share, please send them on to me so I can post them here.