Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Goat Diarrhea

And probably more!

So we are new at this whole livestock rearing. Unfortunately for our livestock there is a learning curve. We did well with the full grown chickens, but when it came time for chicks, we did not know that chicks cannot eat layer feed. We lost all but Shiny and Tiny. The chicks had diarrhea and vomiting, then they died. We learned from that experience. Chicks get grower feed and layers get layer feed. Pretty simple.

The pigs we did well with. Though there was a scare when the male pig got rectal prolapse. It was gross and bloody, but eventually popped back in. Yuck! We hear he was delicious none-the-less though!

The bunnies we have not done as well with. One of the bucks escaped never to be heard from again. I am waiting to see little Californian/cotton tail mixes running around the neighborhood. Then we had the remaining two bucks get in a fight and one of them ripped the other ones penis and intestines out of a hole in his thigh...that was lovely. It was on Father's Day too. So Leigh and I got to butcher our first rabbit on Father's Day. He will soon be rabbit sausage. The other buck we lost to the heat about 10 days ago. We did everything we could to keep him cool, but it just wasn't enough.

Now for May Jane. We did not know that chicken food will kill a goat. Mary Jane and Bailey both love it. When we let them out of the pen they would scrounge any they found on the ground. Yesterday we let both the goats out for their daily romp, but Phoebe had ripped the wire off the front of the chicken coop. (She was trying to get at some rib scraps we had given the chickens after Fourth of July.) I didn't think anything of Mary Jane going in the chicken coop. Apparently she ate a lot of chicken feed. 

This morning she was lethargic and had horrible diarrhea. We called Chrissy (who is on vacation, so I think we just got voted worst niece/nephew) and she informed us we made a terrible mistake. Apparently chicken feed can be lethal to goats. Luckily over the counter Maalox is safe to give a goat. Leigh went and bought a huge bottle of it. Then we had a debate over how much to give her. 

Leigh was telling me that we had to give her 2 grams. I was thinking there is no WAY that could be right. 5ml is 200mg. So that would mean we would have to give her 50ml which is 10 tsp. That is almost 1/4 cup! I had Leigh call Chrissy again because I didn't want to over dose her. All I heard Chrissy say was, "Ya. Its a lot!" Then she expounded on how we needed to make sure she was well hydrated and she stayed moving. 

So after syringing a crap load of Maalox down Mary Jane's throat, every hour we had to walked her over to the water tub and there she would drink and drink and drink and drink. Then we had to walk her around and massage her left side in attempt to keep her from getting bloat. Vets can fix bloat, but it is really pricey. 

Towards the evening she was looking much better. She stopped having diarrhea, but I haven't seen normal stool. She was also a little less active than normal, but over all, seemed much better. 

So today we learned a valuable lesson. Don't let your goats eat the chicken food. We also have a renewed gratitude that Chrissy completed vet school! Thanks! And sorry we disturbed you on vacation! 

The Monsoons are coming...

...slowly!

By this time last year we had had quite a few rain storms. We had already received 1/2 inch of rain. This year we have received .02 inches of rain. But at least we got some cloud cover and some cloud cover, thunder and a drop in temperatures.

Last year we got between 5 and 9 inches of rain (depending on where in Sierra Vista you are) last year. 

I'm ready for the real thing now! 

Anytime....

Farm Update!

I've been meaning to get these pictures taken for a while. I finally got around to it. Mary Jane is our new Nubian. She is 13 weeks old today. She will grow to be somewhere around 130 ponds. She is so much fun. She is so personable. She loves to get her head and back scratched. She would rather you not touch her ears though. I think she might be self-conscious about their size...

We let both goats out of the pen most days. They enjoy eating mesquite, weeds, but most of all they love to snack on my rose bush!

 The flowers on the top taste the best!

Bailey sticks to the bottom.

We let the dogs and the goats all run around together. Though we have it on good authority (and a little unfortunate experience) that goats are very susceptible to dog attack. Luckily the goats are a lot bigger than Seamus and Wilma, and are not afraid to stare them down. 

This was a good old-fashioned Mexican stand-off. It ended the same way it does every time: Bailey charged Wilma and Wilma ran and hid under the deck. 

We have never seen aggression from the dogs toward the goats. Mary Jane and Seamus we chasing each other around the yard a few days ago. It looked a lot like tag. 

The bees are doing well. (Well, except for the dead ones in this picture)

We have a rubber tub we keep filled with water by the spigot on the house so they too have fresh water. It is our goal to someday have a solar powered  fountain in the bee yard so they can have some running water. But that is quite far down the farm to-do list.

The garden is coming along nicely (in no small part due to the bees!) Every variety of plant we have this year is native to the region. We got our seeds at Native Seed Search. Oh ya...and we got them for free because Leigh is a registered Cherokee. We get ten packs of free seeds a year! They are all open pollinated so we will be trying out hand at seed-saving this year. 

Here is the pepper and tomato bed. We have 9 cherry tomato plants and 13 Del Arbol pepper plants. 

Even though the tomato plants are still tiny, one decided it was going to give us some tomatoes. Whatever little guy. Do what feels good! 

What our tomatoes and peppers lack in robustness, our cucumbers certainly make up for! 

I don't remember how many plants we planted, but they are all doing great. (There is also a volunteer tomato plant that we have NO idea what kind it is.)

We even have some cucumbers. I can't wait to make dill pickles, sweet pickle relish, jalapeno pickles and garlic pickles this year. 

This is our "What the heck were we thinking" bed. There are watermelon and cantaloupe plants (which we planted), as well as some more volunteer tomatoes. You can also see some random sunflowers. Leigh just chucked a handful of seeds in there and they seem to be doing quite well! 

In addition to this melon, we have another about the same size, 3 about golf ball size and a tom of grape sized ones. The kids are so excited!

Here we have corn and beans and sunflowers. The beans are stressing me out. I love fresh green beans but we have never had success with them in Arizona. I am panicked they are going to die. I just keep watering them and giving them pep talks.  

POTATOES! We tried potatoes two years ago, but Elliot dig them up. He is a lot better about not touching the plants. The ones on the left are purple potatoes, and the ones on the right are Yukon Gold. (So I guess I stand corrected. Not ALL the plants are native. Close enough!)

Quinnie is such a farm girl. She loves all the animals. I think Mary Jane is her favorite.

What do you think? 

And yes, I am well aware that an 18 month old should probably be wearing shoes and pants (or at least one of them) when out with the livestock. I'm not worried about it...though we should probably get her up to date on her tetanus...

We can't forget about the chickens. We had to start all over with out flock this spring because we ended up with some egg eaters. We decided on silver lace wing Wyandottes and Easter Eggers. 

Oh...and one Buff Orpington. 

This is Tuffy. Or maybe Toughy. I am not sure. I will have to ask Elliot when he finally learns to spell. 

We ended up with him/her (we have yet to determine) because I had to take Elliot with me on a million errands. The last one was to the feed store. He had been perfect the whole time and he asked if he could have a chick. They were roughly the same age as the chicks we had at home and they were only a few bucks so I didn't see the harm. And it absolutely made his day. 

He's still giddy about it! 

(He's not wearing shoes either)

This is one of the Lace Wings. He is a rooster. He has been trying out his morning crow. He gets started about 9 am, gives it two or three heart felt (though rather embarrassingly high pitched) tries. I'm sure he'll get better. I am not looking forward to that. 

What we like best about the Easter Eggers is that they have beards. We actually refer to them as the "bearded ladies". 

The last project we have been working on is the bunny colony. We have 4 does and 2 bucks. They live "free range" without a cage. We keep the bucks in a movable pen to control breeding, but they all live together. Penny loves her new digs...and I don't have a nasty bunny hutch in the house anymore! Everyone wins! 

We have some work to do to make this area more aesthetically pleasing. We need a few more bales of hay and want to plant some clover or other prolific ground cover to add some greenery and munchies for the bunnies. 

That's all that's new as of now. August will be another big month for us. We will be getting a La Mancha goat we plan on breeding with a friend of ours who has a boar goat. We will also be getting weaner pigs. (That's really what they are called!) That means more bacon and sausage in February! 

Well That Doesn't Happen Everyday

Tonight while preparing dinner I hear all the dogs in the neighborhood going crazy. It makes quite a disturbance because there I share a property line with ten dogs. Add in the five at my house and you have quite a cacophony. I went to the front yard to see what the issue was. As I opened the door I saw a donkey and miniature horse cone barreling down the street right into my yard.

In hot pursuit was a huge black truck. The driver jumped out with a rope. I asked him if he needed help. He said no, they would just run away again. So I did the neighborly thing: I plopped myself down on my porch, called my kids outside and we watched this couple try and catch their spooked horse and donkey.

It took them a good ten minutes, but it was quite entertaining.

Having had escaped livestock before, I know that those people were not having a good time at all. I've been there. Frustrated, out maneuvered by an animal that also out weighs you. You want to call its name and have it come, but alas, it does not know its name or it doesn't care.

I have to say though, it was a funny experience (mostly because it was not my livestock that was out) and tonight I am grateful to live in a place where we can watch a free, before dinner rodeo.

I Need a Vacation

You ever have one of those weeks where you try to be a super nice, caring, fun mom and all of your efforts are met with screaming, yelling, fighting and a barrage of verbal abuse that makes you rethink continuing to rear the demon spawn that seems to have replaced your children and are running wild in your house? No? Just me? Alright....

A lot has happened this week and pictures will be coming shortly, but tonight I just don't have it in me. 

We got a 10 week old Nubian goat on Thursday. Her name is Mary Jane. She is WONDERFUL. We all love her, especially Elliot. The first night she screamed well into the night. While I did not get video of her screaming this is a close approximation of what she sounded like...for HOURS. Luckily one of our neighbors work on diesel engines until three or four in the morning and the other one smoke copious amounts of weed, so no one is really going to complain about our goat screaming. She has done better every night since then. Though sometimes during the day I think that Quinnie is upstairs crying, but it's just the goat telling us she would like some attention. 

We plan on breeding her next spring. We have become fans of goat milk and we have always been fans of goat cheese. We are really excited about being self sufficient with our dairy! 

I also painted the girls room. (Pictures to come on that too.) It came out so cute. I have to hang the blinds and make the valances still but I will probably do that Monday. 

The one thing that has saved my sanity this week is something that Julia said to Leigh earlier in the week. Julia was staring at him and not saying anything. He looked at her then looked away. She continued to stare. He finally looked back at her and said, "What?"

"Are we having a staring contest? Because if we are, I think I'm winning."

If they didn't say off the wall stuff like this occasionally, I'm pretty sure I would have run away from home long ago. 

Now Inturrupting California to Bring You Pima County Fair!

We love Pima County Fair. We have gone almost every year we have lived in Arizona. It seemed like we were not going to able to go this year. Between birthday parties, farm maintenance and church our weekends were full. On an impulse, we blew off church the last Sunday and went to the fair! It was the day of the small stock auction.

We are quite well versed in auctions...well TV auctions. We have never actually been to an auction. Leigh REALLY wanted to bid. We knew we could not afford the first auction.

For those of you who have never been to a 4-H auction this is how it goes: the first auction prices are high. That money goes to the kid to support them in their 4-H efforts. Then the buyer can either keep the animal/animals, give the animal back to the kid, or donate the animal back for resale. At the resale auction, the original buyer designates a charity, and the money the animal(s) bring in the resale auction goes to that charity. We were in the market for the resale auction only.

Even though we were only buying in the resale auction, sitting next to Aunt Chrissy and Mike has its perks! Adobe, Neil and Chrissy, Mike and Kathy, and Dr. Page purchased at the first auction. They decided to keep their animals, and somehow they all ended up in our car on the ride home. So in our minivan we had Leigh and I, the 5 kids, 9 chickens and 4 rabbits.

The 9 chickens were meat birds, so they were roughly 8 pounds each! We have already dispatched, vacuumed sealed, and frozen 3 of them, but tomorrow we take the knives to the farmer's market to get sharpened. (And as a side note, if anyone is looking for a gift for me in the near future a shun meat cleaver would come in SUPER handy!) The other 6 will meet their maker on Saturday.

The 4 rabbits that we got are Californians. They are meat rabbits, but 3 of them were the Grand Champion Meat Pen (I think!). Julia has expressed a huge interest in raising rabbits for 4-H. Leigh has decided that even though she cannot show until she is 8, having her learn on these rabbits is a great idea.

We added Elliot's rabbit, Penny Bunny, to the group. She is so happy to have bunny friends. Julia got a notebook and a magazine about rabbits from the feed store. She is so proud of them. She shows everyone!

Now, back to the auction. Since we are not high rollers, we waited for the second auction. I had left the barn and went to to the Old Pueblo Hall because the kids were going stir crazy. Leigh came walking up with a timid look on his face. "How much was it?" I didn't need to ask what he bought, I already had an idea, but it looked as though he spent too much. He really didn't spend too much, but we had a new addition to our homestead: Bailey!

She is a pygmy goat. She is 6 and not all that personable, but we think we can win her over. More than anything she is incredibly stubborn, so, come to think of it, she will fit in nicely here! So yes, that would have been 2 adults, 5 kids, 9 chickens, 4 rabbits and a pygmy goat in our van on the way home...we felt REAL classy...

Bailey's first night went well, then I spent all day Monday cleaning the north east corner of our yard to make her pen. I dismantled some old doors we had and attached them to the fence we share with our neighbors. They have 2 very aggressive boxers that got into our yard and killed 3 of our chickens once so I didn't want her to be able to see them. Chrissy also told me that the number one goat emergency is dog attack.  I cleaned out a shed we had and transformed it into a shelter. We got water, fencing, hay and straw all set up for her. Then we went to family home evening at the Laney's house. The first thing I did when we got home was go out back to check on her. I reached down to scratch her neck and my hand came back sticky with blood.

After further inspection of both Bailey and the fencing, I found a few large and many small gashes on her neck and a hole under the fence large enough for one of the boxers to get it's head through. There was no note, my neighbor never said anything. Not an apology or anything. (Different neighbor than the one who killed Zoe, by the way) Luckily her injuries were not life threatening. I cleaned her up, but then at 8pm I had to go and rework the whole enclosure. With Heather's help we were able to move the boards about 5 feet from the fence and make them higher. 

The next morning the neighbor put railroad ties and re-bar all along the base of the fence. Yes, he fixed the issue, but not so much as a "Hey, I hope your goat is doing okay." 

She is warming up to us, but I know she is lonely. Goats do better with goat friends. So while we were at the fair, the last thing I did was buy a Nubian doeling. She is not quite weaned so we will be able to pick her up the end of next week. Her name is Calamity Jane. We will probably shorten it to Jane, but I am so excited for her. I know Bailey will be much happier with a friend.

The kids adore the goat. Elliot and Liam go visit her every morning. They play in the pen. Goat and boys chase each other and fling hay around. Our little homestead is coming together nicely. 

What's in a Name?

Well, when the name is Mediocre Acres, a lot can be inferred from that name...and those inferences are not exactly positive. We have been trying to come up with a name we can put on some of our products in the future. We have tried out a lot of names, but none fit. 

But last night Leigh made a suggestion and it was PERFECT!! Muckey Duck Farms. 

Some of you who have ventured down Alvarado Street in Monterey, CA might remember a little bar called The Mucky Duck. If you can't remember, look here. Anyone who ever had to stand in a safety brief  at DLI will remember the Mucky Duck as the focus of many of those briefs. 

True we have only had one duck ever on our property, but we have called our little brood Mucklings for years. 

Now I think I have an excuse to build a duck enclosure and get more ducks!! We might even need a pet duck/mascot. 

Oh its all coming together...