Yesterday was quite the day. When I went out to feed, here was Bridgett laying by the fence with two babies that were not moving. They were half-way through the fence and colder than cold. I picked up the one, expecting it to be dead, but it let out a faint yell. The other one was dead. So I took the live one in the house and used the blow drier on it to warm it completely up. Then I went out to Bridgett and milked her a bit to get some for the kid. I took it back in, warmed it up again, stuck the “save a kid” tube down into his stomach and got some nice warm milk/colostrum into him. Then I left him in the laundry basket lined with towels and a hot water bottle in there while I went out to milk the dairy goat, Belle.
When I was opening the milk parlor door, I heard a noise behind the building. I looked, and here was a turkey impaled on a piece of re-bar! It went up through the front corner of her breast muscle. No blood or anything. I lifted her off the bar, she struggled and got away. She seemed fine, oddly enough. But I caught her and put her in the cage we have for containing critters and John did her in when he got home. I figured she would get infected in that hole, it was pretty big and went all the way through the muscle. She was wild enough that we probably wouldn’t be able to catch her to doctor her, that would put too much stress on her. So we butchered her and will eat her. After all, that is why we have them. It’s too bad she did that, she was full of eggs! She even laid one in the cage. We still have eight other hens, and the two toms.
After that ordeal and getting Belle milked finally, I went back in to deal with the kid. He was doing much better and recovered pretty rapidly. I milked Bridgett again and he drank a bottle of milk. Then when he could stand and walk, I took him back out to Bridgett, who was very glad to see him! He’s fine now and will grow into a nice wether. It’s too bad the girl died. She was a rich dark red-brown with a white spot on her head and an interesting white band about 2 inches wide on one of her front legs below the knee. She would have been a beautiful goat. Oh, well. These things happen. Bridgett must have had them around 5:30am. They were both dried off entirely and fuzzy, so they had been alive for a couple of hours anyway. I think what happened was they went down the incline a little, started through the fence, and being the uncoordinated little babies, couldn’t get back and got thoroughly chilled. If I had gone out a bit earlier, I probably could have saved them both. It was the coldest morning we’ve had in a while, 18 degrees. Bridgett wasn’t even due till next week, so I wasn’t watching her for anything yet. Mindy was due first. She hasn’t had hers yet. I named the little guy Lucky. He’s a solid black color. Sturdy little guy and strong, too. So he will make a good fiber wether. He’s got his Dad’s folded ear, so he’s not going to stay a buck. Although, since his mom and him are for sale, if someone buys him with-in the next three weeks, they can decide if they want to keep him a buck. I’ll be posting a picture of them together pretty soon.
After all of that, I was going to go to town to run some errands, went out to start the pick-up, and the batteries were dead. So I had to plug in the charger and charged them for a couple of hours. I took it to the parts house where just bought new batteries two weeks ago. they took their diagnostic tool out and determined the alternator worked fine, the batteries were fine, so there must be something that was staying on, or a short somewhere. So this morning when I went out to check on everybody at 5:20, I noticed a glow coming from under the hood. The hood light was staying on! So I opened the hood, and turned the light till it went off. So that will have to be fixed. Should be an easy fix. Solved that problem.
So after a rocky start to the day, it ended okay. Now I am going out a couple of times a night and checking on the goats till all the babies are born. I do not want to lose another one!
HAPPY SPRING!!!