Today he left early to fish and my plan was to run down to L's and pick up the turkeys, which he knew about, and the goats, which he had no clue about. And not just any goats, a pregnant female who will make a good milker (Nan) and a cute baby Boer (Maizie).
Maizie
Nan is due by the end of march
So my husband would be getting all his goat dreams fulfilled in just two little goat bodies! Of course when I was at L's the cell rang and it was my husband, J--calling from home! Oh shit! He's not supposed to be home! I am a terrible liar and start laughing and smiling when I'm trying to be sneaky, so J knew something was up even through the phone. I mumbled something and rang off as quickly as possible but knew I was at least a little busted. Still I have been particularly verbally anti-goat lately in anticipation of the surprise and I didn't think he would guess I was bringing any of the little suckers home. I drove home and pulled in the yard and tried to remain calm and casually tell him I picked up the turkeys. Of course the little goats were baa'ing in the back of the truck and it took mere seconds for him to discover them. He was delighted and the goats are now settled in a paddock with a shed while the turkeys joined Sheza and the boarder goats in the big field (they had their wings clipped today).
Lex & Clark--SuperTurkeys!
I built a ghetto gate-keeper for the Sheza pasture, the gate was hung a good foot and a half off the ground and the boarder goats slide under it on their knees and ream the gate dozens of times a day. Plus when I have the horses over there they harass Desire when she gets mash. So I cut a piece of chicken wire mesh fence off the roll (without measure, coz that's how I roll..hey it was only a little too short), grabbed some stakes and my hammer and some hay string--I did say ghetto, didn't I?--and headed out there. The boarder goats are INCREDIBLY nosy and were all over me and the tools and the gate while I was working. It drove me bonkers and I was starting to question just WHY I felt the need to get more of the stupid things. Breathe, breathe. The female goat slid back and forth under the gate and jumped on, in, and all over the Polaris while I contemplated goaty murder and worked away attaching the piece of fence to the gate. I pounded the stakes in on either side to keep them from diving under it, and lashed the stakes to the fence support posts on either side. I hauled some random giant chunks of concrete out and piled them along the bottom of the fence in the middle so they couldn't tunnel under. So far it is holding and they were *pissed* when Desire got her mash at dinner and they couldn't get under the gate to get at it. I should have attached the piece of fence with wire as I know the goats are probably already chewing through the hay string but I couldn't find any wire naturally and wanted to get it done. I'll go back through and use wire here in the next day or so.
Monday we're going back to L's to take a look at a cute young bay individual of another species of animals I mentioned she had..hehe ;)
I've never owned goats, but I like the ones I've visited. They sound tough on fences though! I'm very interested in the young bay, hmmm, that's the problem with enough land and a nice barn, you need to fill it up!
ReplyDeleteI think if my female goats had worked out and I'd gotten my very own super fresh goat's milk I'd feel differently about them, but right now? NO MORE GOATS EVER AGAIN. I cannot wait to get rid of my asshole wether. I don't care if I sell him to someone who loves goats or someone who eats them. I'm so done with him. Wethers are the most useless things on the planet.
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