Posts Tagged "Dolly"

Dolly’s Buckling ~ 2010

Posted by on Feb 26, 2010 in Goat Kid, Spanish Goat, Spring | Comments Off on Dolly’s Buckling ~ 2010

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Jack Flash

Posted by on Jul 19, 2008 in Dairy Goat, Goat Kid, Spanish Goat, Summer, Visions of Sugarplums | Comments Off on Jack Flash

Jackaroo – Australian term for a young ranch manager in training. Well, research has informed me that in order to actually be in the business of raising goats, one needs to have both girls AND boys. So, we welcomed our first billy goat to Sugarplum Dairy! Jack Flash comes to us from strong Nubian dairy bloodlines, and we have high hopes that he will add size, spots, and good milk qualities to our herd. As is typical of young goats, his horns were removed at an early age. With the young billies, however, it is not uncommon for small deformed horns to continue to grow. As of now, he does have a bit of a horn on one side which seems to beg for the nickname “Unicorn.” He has adapted well to the herd of Spanish nannies, and spends his days eating and growing into a handsome fellow. Jack immediately fell in love with Heidi (who could resist?) although she is still a bit young and they will be separated for several months yet. She has grown quite a bit, and at four months old she is nearly as big as Annie! I have found a couple of folks on the web who breed a cross of the Nubian and Saanen goats – they are known as Snubians or Saanubians. One trait they all have in common is the widespread airplane ears! You will also be happy to know that little Dolly (the eagle’s stolen snack!) is growing and well, although she will likely never be as big as Heidi. Several weeks ago she had a bit of an accident and fell with her leg caught in a cracked tree stump. She had been there for quite some time when we found her – STUCK UPSIDE DOWN! Once freed, we brought her back to a small pen where we tried to splint her leg. She was still so small that I was actually using the splint from my broken finger. Unfortunately, we could not keep it on for more than about a day, although she seemed to have no trouble in getting around and proved remarkably difficult to catch! Finally we turned her back into the herd and hoped for the best. Little by little, the broken ankle has become more sound. When she walks now, it no longer crumples under, and she is typically the first to climb to the top of the hay bales and any new obstacle. Not crippled in the least, it is amazing to watch her as spry and active as...

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The Good Shepherd

Posted by on Apr 13, 2008 in Goat Kid, Goatherd | Milkmaid, Spanish Goat, Spring | Comments Off on The Good Shepherd

Sunday morning started out well enough, with sunshine, blue skies, and a nice Spring breeze. As we were working in the yard, I noticed that one of the goats was off by herself. Pinta certainly looked as though she was going into labor as she paced back and forth under the mesquite tree in the middle of the field. Not wanting to disturb her, I walked out to the pasture and kept a distance while I watched through binoculars. I am sure that anybody who saw me sitting out there wondered, “What is that crazy woman doing?” Not that it makes any difference to me! Pinta finally laid down on the ground and delivered the first kid. So tiny!!! When she began to clean it, I was amazed to see her roll it around in the dirt as well as licking it to dry it off. The tiny little fellow stood quickly to have it’s first milk. Then I got another surprise as Pinta laid back down and delivered an identical twin – both pure white! Once this second kid was on it’s feet and nursing I went back to the house to leave her in peace. She stayed under the tree for the remainder of the afternoon, watching and waiting for the herd to move back to the shed for the night. As the sun began to go down, I headed to the goat pen to bring the girls in. They came running, as they usually do for a feed bucket, and Pinta started out with her babies. She was about 30 yards out, when she turned and realized that one little one had not followed her. She called and called, but had no answer. Panic set in as she saw the other goats leave and she ran up the alley with just one baby. I was a fair distance still from the tree when I saw this unfold – asheaded toward the tree to retrieve the wayward youngster I saw a Mexican eagle land on the ground just inside the shade of the branches. I called out to JW at the front of the house and broke into a run. He had seen the eagle as well and was running across the yard. From the corner of my vision, I watched my husband LEAP OVER THE FENCE and run out into the field. Mind you, all of our fence is five feet high in net wire with barbed wire on top and bottom! As he reached it, he had placed one foot in a strand of the net, one hand on the top wire and vaulted over. As he ran into the field, the eagle took off. I’m sure he must have been disappointed, as there is no doubt in my mind that bird had been watching and waiting all afternoon from the large oak tree at the end of the field. I reached the tree – out of breath – and fell to my knees. There, snuggled against the trunk was the tiniest little treasure. Her little hooves are only the size of my thumb! I happened to have the camera in my pocket, as I had planned to take pictures when Pinta brought them in. I quickly took a photo of the little girl, still fast asleep, with an innocent smile on her tiny face. She never even knew that there had been any danger. I scooped her up and headed up to the night pen. As I neared the goats, I stooped to return the baby to her mother. As I placed her on...

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