Goatherding can be hard and lonely, especially when you are not a goat yourself. Almost a week ago MagPi tore her teat open hugely, milk and blood pouring out, on barbed wire. Humans are such kind creatures, inventing things like barbed wire and nuclear waste. This was a bad tear, necessitating a trip to the vet ($150), and about 4 staples. I need to spend time working w/a vet --- those skills would be really useful!! MagPi has spent the week in the goatel sulking, or sick, or hurting, or pissed, or all of the above most likely. I sit w/her a bit, I bring her food, I love her, I change the bandage (which she and her kids delight in taking off too soon), bring her water, shoot her w/penicillin --- and still she looks at me as tho this is all my fault. Im pretty worried about her === this is the longest shes ever been down w/an injury. She is still eating and drinking and her kids are nursing. Id like to give the buckling to someone to eat him now so she only has one kid to feed, but hes still too young I fear. So she and her kids have been staying in the goatel pretty much all the time. Eskimo has been ........ male. I wish there were a better way of putting it, but there just isnt. For a couple of weeks now he has been acting like its rutting season. Im guessing Monsanto is responsible for both the invention of uranium AND testosterone. If not, it was the CIA. Eskimo has been escaping from every confinement I have --- he either butts his way thru it, or he jumps out, or climbs, or flies, or tunnels, or has black helicopters move him --- and hes not a nice sweet guy when he gets out --- this sweet little buckling that I bottle fed every day, that I pet more than any of the others --- has turned into a complete and utter asshole. Tonight is a great example. I was working on milking the does. (I did get MagPis ripped teat to milk tonight --- yea!!!!) I was switching doelings to milk so (this will have you laughing) I was holding SweetTaterPi w/one hand since we were done, opening the gate w/the other hand, and trying to let MoraPi in while keeping Eskimo out w/one of my feet. (Yeah, that left me precariously balanced on the remaining foot, not a good position around goats). Eskimo just lowered his head and charged my air leg. Now he had HUGE horns, and he managed to lock my leg just above the ankle between them as he charged. So now I have a huge bruise and gash there. I havent quite figured out how to blame the goats for this, but I am lethargic from several ant bites (they always seem to leave me exhausted for a day or two). Im trying to ignore the fact that there are red ants out and about in February in the mountains at 6700. And then theres moving and WIPP and high school and money and people and incessant lines in the sky and today several helicopters and planes flying over (probably to Carlsbad) and Im tired. So Im going to veg out here w/some sangria and chocolate/coconut cake dribbled w/cannacoconut oil (cause I was too lazy to strain the oil and make the fudge). After Mamas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys And Such, theres a little chat about how things used to be. I am very much looking forward to making homemade music after Collapse --- yeah, I know thats like a fairy tale that aint likely to be that way? Im going for concerts tonight, so settle back w/a bowl of the best youve got..... And I am STILL waiting for someone to explain why Johnny did time in Folsom for a crime in Nevada......youd think he was black or something to get railroaded like that! youtube/watch?v=VfXTCmWeNYo
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 05:26:05 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015