Our bottle baby nigerian dwarf kids are growing like weeds. My little guy was wethered a few weeks back and is doing well. My little doeling is putting on the weight now with the daily supply of real fresh goat's milk, so I am reading up in preparation of weaning them at twelve weeks.
It's been a week since I brought home my first ever freshened yearling nigerian dwarf, Lily. She is providing a steady 4.5-5 cups of wonderful milk every day which my bottle babies are happily consuming, but in another month or so that milk will be all mine for wonderful cheese, soap, and who knows what else...
|Me and Lily at the show on the day I got her. She placed 2nd in all three shows.|
Our plans for the barn were set back when my father-in-law took ill two weeks ago and ultimately passed away. Understandably, my hubby went to stay with his parents for a time, and I needed immediate safe housing for my milker before she arrived so I converted one of my ever growing population of chain link kennels into a safe house for warm nights. I wired the top and bottom with no climb horse wire so nothing can dig or claw into the pen. (This is a temporary fix) Ultimately, Jerry should have my goat barn done before the worst of Summer weather I hope.
|Lily says Hello!|
|Meet Chocolate. My baby boy. He's 7 yrs old now.|
My dogs are groomed monthly, vaccinated, well fed and pampered. Please don't worry about them. It's been plenty warm enough for these little guys to sleep outdoors.
|tiny mini chicken with her brood last month|
The night before that, I was locking everybody up as usual and got another surprise. I have to get down on my hands and knees and reach into the small run for my silkie roosters to lock their coop door. I did that and stood back up only to spy another rattlesnake looking at me less than 3 feet away. This guy was number four for the season already! Yikes! I had no time to be queezy. I had no shovel. What a dummy. I carefully extricated myself from his gaze and ran to the closest shovel, nearly stepping on a great basin gopher snake as I stopped. Ugh. I ran back in time to separate him from his head and call it a day. There's NEVER a dull moment at the new homestead. Lol.
I could go on and on forever with more crazy stories like these, but I'd rather read about your adventures. Please link up and share if you can, below. Thanks!
Have a GREAT week