Meet the Goats

I know I am behind on this but, hey! I'm proud I got this posted at all! 

About a week ago we purchased two Alpine goats in milk. A friend of Leigh's was downsizing his farm so it was nice to be able to buy these ladies from someone we knew and someone who was willing to answer a lot of our questions. We fly by the seat of our pants a lot of the time!

They came with the names but they just didn't fit with our naming schemes on the farm. We decided that they needed new names. They were soon dubbed Ernestine and Nedra Faye. 

Back Story: My grandmother was born and raised in a tiny town called Christiansburg, Virginia. We have several keepsakes from her life. Among them is a yearbook. Two of the girls who signed her yearbook were Ernestine Slusher and Nedra Faye Tucker. Upon hearing these names my mom knew she needed two little girl kitties names Ernestine and Nedra Faye. This was probably close to 15 years ago. Every cat she has gotten since then has been a boy. I never saw them as kitties, I saw them as goats. So I got two goats before she got two kitties, so I win! 

As a side note that will probably be of little interest to anyone but my mom and myself, I found Ernestine Slusher on the census: 1920, 1930, and 1940. She was the oldest of 4 children, her parents were Quinn and Elsie Slusher. In 1940 she was working as a dental assistant in a dental office in Christiansburg.

Anyway, we call then Ernie and Faye for short. 

Here is Ernie:

Faye had to push Bailey around a little bit just to prove she was bigger and bossier. 

Here she is rearing up for a head butt. 

Despite being bossy with the other goats, she is very sweet. 

Seamus needed to come in and supervise the goat meetings. 

If you look carefully in this picture you will see Elliot in a purple shirt. He was out there just chatting up the goats. I finally asked him if he wanted to get into the pen. 

Never was there more joy in a little boy's face! 

He did ask me why one (Faye) had "big milkers" and the other one had "little milkers". I tried to explain that animals are different just like people. Faye gives almost twice the milk Ernie gives, but Faye has kidded 3 times and Ernie has only once. That seemed satisfactory to him. He then wandered off and I heard him mutter, "I like big milkers." Well, there you go. 

Ernie says, "You sayin' there's something wrong with my milkers?"

We will be drying off the goats in a few weeks, even though we just got them. We will breed then in September and we don't want to have to milk over the holidays. 2 weeks after they kid we will start milking them again. 

By far goats are the most work we have ever had to put into livestock, but I love not having to buy milk anymore!! 

Worst...Day...

in a long time. (I dont say ever because while Leigh was deployed consisted of worse days than this...but this one is RIGHT up there!) Oh and excuse the lack of apostrophes...Quinn pulled that key off the computer. 

So here goes:

1. Leigh woke up late and did not have time to milk the goats with me. So I had to do it solo. Keep in mind we do not have a milk stand, a goat hobble, or children that understand that goats like calm quite milking time. I did the best I could but I was unable to empty one of the goats. (I know you have not met them yet kind reader...you will...

2. We began to do school. Elliot for into my canning stuff and ate some sugar. Lord help us all! I gave him a pass on school today.

3. This morning I began attracting bears. If you do not know what that is click here. 

4. Heather came and got Julia, Elliot and Noah and took them swimming. I am eternally grateful for that. Unfortunately when they came home they were tired and grouchy. 

5. Leigh got home from work at 3:30 (he is in a school for this week so he gets off early). He came home and we needed to harvest 3 more chickens (We did 3 yesterday. They are in the fridge). At one point (while I am making a total of 10 pint of nectarine jam and 6 loaves of sandwich bread) he starts screaming my name. And this scream is unlike one I have ever heard in my life. It said to me: I am I have nicked my own artery, or one of the children has stopped breathing. I burst out of the kitchen to kind him having been attacked by the 3 roosters we had crated for harvest. One for away and the other two were pinned, but they got a hold of him and spurred him. Worth the scream? No. But whatever. I shook for almost a half hour. 

6. After I had processed the jam, I turned my attention to the birds. We plan on making chicken breakfast sausage with the meat and stock with the carcasses. I start a carcass in the pot (one of the ones from a few months ago we had in the freezer) I do it in the crockpot over night. YUM! I cut over 6 lbs of meat off 6 birds. I then vacuum seal the carcasses for future stock, then vacuum seal the meat parts. All the cutting is done with a very dull knife. Add to to-do: Get knives sharpened at the farmers market on Thursday.

7. #6 is done under the gun because Julia has her first day of girl scouts today. She missed last week for being a witch. It starts at 5 and at 4:37 I look at her and say get in the car. I dont have my shoes on. Head almost explodes. She gets her shoes on and I cant find Quinns ANYWHERE. Just then Jessica calls to ask me to pick up Kaylee for girl scouts. (Luckily the lady she is babysitting for comes and gets her daughter while I am on the phone. On the plus side, we left Quinns shoes at her house last night. She brings them to scouts.

8. Scouts goes great. I start feeling weird and I realize I do not have it in me to cook dinner. I also realize I have had 1 Dr. Pepper today. That is it. No other food, no other liquid. I stop by McDonald's. I order food. The jack up our order badly...we were jipped 2 orders of fries, but instead we are given 3 McDoubles with no onions and double Big Mac sauce, a double quarter pounder and small fry. Whatever. 

9. I tag out with Leigh because he has to go to a meeting for the provident living fair the church is putting on. We are doing a backyard livestock booth. He has to be there at 7. I get the kids to bed and I not have to go milk the goats. Yes, I am tracking it is 7 and they should have been done 2 hours ago. Heather calls and I rope her into coming to help. The milking goes fine except Feys milk is a little off color. Kind of pinkish. I call Leigh because after the provident living meeting he is going to a friends house to  help him do some yard work. (Normally he would say no but he is leaving for Afghanistan in 2 weeks.) Leigh tells me to google it because he doesn't have a clue. This is what I find: 

Pink milk is normal in a doe who is not being milked or being milked roughly by someone who doesn't know what they are doing. The swelling from the surge of milk bursts small capilarries under the skin, giving you pink milk.  

Yep that fits the bill...its a weird way to kick me while I am down though. 

10. Not as weird as this though: Elliot, in a fit of rage over not being allowed to swing from the fraters or some damn thing, takes pinking shears to my couch. The head cushion right in the middle. If one of you would please tell Leigh, I do not want to. 

11. While sitting in the office talking about my ridiculous day I still feel odd. I then start getting chills, goosebumps, and achy. I take my temp. 101.5. Well there you go. My ever supportive sister looks at me and says: Well, maybe you are teething. (A bit of an inside joke about certain parents we have nannyd for) Took a Motrin. In the amount of time it has taken me to write this it has gone up to 102. 

I think this is where I am supposed to drop the mike. Ill ask Leigh when he gets home. 

Farm Update

Last week we we lost one of our bunnies to the dogs. Of course it could not be the unnamed meat rabbits, it had to be Elliot's pet bunny Penny. Luckily by the time I found her they had not torn her up, she was just dead. Elliot was very sad, but he asked if he could have a new bunny. We were in need of a buck breeder so we said sure. We got to pick him out, but he could be Elliot's bunny.

We placed some ads on Craigslist and a local pet shop responded us saying they had a 4 month old Flemish Giant. It was reasonably priced (and NO ONE around here has any bucks!) we went to go check him out.

When we got there the employee showed Leigh the rabbit (and after a rather uncomfortable moment to ensure that the rabbit was indeed a buck) Leigh asked how they knew he was a Flemish. The employee said "Oh, I looked on the internet and he looks like one." Ahhhh! Well, he does indeed look like a Flemish, and his feet are HUGE. He has a very bulky body. We believe he is part Flemish. We purchased him and let him lose with the ladies.

Meet Walter. 

He was very nervous about "colony living" at first. Having only lived in a cage free space to run around stressed him out. The does chased him all over every where. We left them out there for while and when we came back Walter was chasing them. I think he can get used to this kind of living. 

 We also had much mowing to do. The monsoons make all the grass grow out of control. This is our garden...somewhere under all that grass.

 We almost lost Quinn and Noah in it. 

There. Much better!

Then today we had a weird bee incident. When I got back from my run I saw tons of bees flying over the hives. We thought they were swarming. Once it had all calmed down Leigh went to go look for the swarm to capture it. Apparently they did not swarm...They bearded.

There are a lot of reasons why that could have happened, but we think it was not enough water. We filled up the water bucket near them again. We need to get out bee fountain up and going. But it was really cool to see so many of them at once. 

We Got a New Camera

I don't know what kind it is, but it is awesome! Leigh traded a shotgun for it. (Can I tell you how much I LOVE barter!) It is one of those cameras that you have to look through the viewfinder and it makes that novel little shutter sound when you take pictures. It also focuses on the stuff in the foreground. I love it!

This camera coincides with the "menfolk's" new hobby of bug collecting. Leigh has recently started collecting and pinning cool bugs from around here. The boys have jumped on board. We call it "Pinterest for Boys".

We have gotten some really good (albeit random) pictures with the camera. Enjoy!

The thing I love the most about this camera acquisition is that Leigh is all about taking pictures. I might start being in some of the blogs now!

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!