Gizmo Goat Bingo

Gizmo made his third public appearance last night at the Towanda Grade School fundraiser in a round of Goat Bingo. I was told he raised over $1000.00 for the school. The kids were fascinated with him and enjoyed feeding him by hand before we got started. I had to laugh at one city Mom in particular that followed the kids all around with the hand sanitizer. I dunno...maybe there is some new dreaded black lagoon goat disease that has cropped up that I haven't heard about ;-)

With the forecast of torrential rain RIGHT around the corner I held my breath that Gizmo would perform in a timely manner. Visions of walking around a school playground by myself in the rain for hours kept running through my head. The goal was for Gizmo to "deposit" a substantial amount of fertilizer ~three~ different times on the grass where they had spray painted a bingo board. One Mom casually asked me before we got started "Do you know how often they poop...is it like every 10 minutes or so?" Ummm....well.... I guess I never really paid that much attention to that detail. Guess we'll be finding out!

It actually took 20 some strategic like laps around the huge board and only 18 minutes for Gizmo to make his deposits official and garner a BINGO!! Oh Gizmo! I knew you wouldn't let me down. You're such a shit ;-)

I got an additional chuckle at the end...I think the crazed hand sanitation Lady was in charge of "clean up" of the board as well ;-)

Never Again

I know, I know...never say never! But if I have the least little say in the matter or there is a snowballs chance, we will NEVER again be SO far in the dark on a goats due date!! Especially with our doe Cinderella. For at least three weeks she exhibited EVERY sign of labor that I've ever read about or seen so far. One source even simplified it for me...If your doe exhibits anything out of the ordinary it could be a sign of labor. Well she doesn't ordinarily kiss and rub against our resident herd queen, or lay on her side in the middle of the outside pen appearing dead. She doesn't ordinarily raise her lips towards the wind for 10 minutes with her tail half mass. She followed every OTHER obvious written sign for weeks...the ligaments disappearing for two FULL weeks and then I SWEAR they re-appeared, and then disappeared again a couple days later, the udder blossomed up the size of Kansas for three weeks. And not to be too graphic...I thought for awhile she was going to present a prolapsed something or other, she had so much pressure and inflamation. And on and on she went...stranding me at home for weeks, wearing the tread off my boots, and putting a hole in my gut with worry. (literally I suspect ;-)

If my calculations were somewhat close she conceived the very first day she was put in the pen with Vinnie Barbarino. Must have been love at first site! After a quick we MUST get some errands run this weekend jaunt (of only an hour and a half) I came home to her crammed up in the shape of a bowling ball in the corner of the barn with her butt plastered against the wall, almost under the ramp to exit said barn. Okay Cindy, I believe you now...please get your butt un-plastered from the barn wall as gravity doesn't work real well that way, nor can I see a thing except jet black! After about 15 minutes she finally got to her feet and I gently guided her to the kidding pen. Within 45 minutes she had popped out Quads, with one being so small it almost took my breath away. Everyone seemed a little "sluggish" in comparison to Hope and Susies kiddings, but I'll be darn if "Lit'l Bit" wasn't the first one on his feet and the first one to the milk bar. I didn't think he would be able to handle her huge tits, but the little Stinker latched on right away. I'm still NOT breathing yet on him and he may end up in my living room before nights end.

Randy actually made it in time for THIS kidding (gawd knows HOW he could miss it according to ME, with her in LABOR for three weeks straight), in the event he ever has to step up his chores to include goatie mid-wife and he did real well. At one point as he stood outside the pen looking in, he politely asked if he could come in too....I said SURE and threw him a couple towels ;-) As Lit'l Bit flew out of the shoot (3rd) I casually and oh so confidently and proudly stated...Oh yeah, thats GOTTA be a doe as its SO small. After everyone was dried off and on their feet I decided to peek at sexes. Big big black=Buck, Smaller black=Buck, Bigger brown=Buck, and I almost fell over into the feed bucket as Lit'l Bit=BUCK as well. I checked all 4 THREE times and eventually had Randy run up to the house to get my glasses, just to be sure. Love those bucks... however I still haven't figured out a way to get milk outta them yet.

We MAY have one more kidding to go with Queen Hope, I'm not sure yet on that one either. (sigh again) But hopefully we will have the Barn Cam up and running when the time comes and comes and comes.....

Randy's homegrown "Chicks" are going through their gawky stage with new feathers. All eight are thriving and have been transferred out of the wading pool into the real world. (or the floor of the quarantine pen anyway). I just LOVE LOVE LOVE the two blue ones!

This guy...again one of last years FREE "exotics" I supposedly swore off from the Hatchery if you order 25 or more, while pleasing to look at, is going to end up in the STEW pot if he doesn't cool his jets here soon on my feather foots. He's been stalking me as well and the first time he LOOKS like he is gonna peck my eyeballs out..... (there is a REASON we have SMALL Bantams ;-)

Our first outing in the SUN!

There's That 3 Again!!!

So about THREE weeks ago I say to Randy...Did the chickens stop laying eggs again?? (as he hadn't brought in any in what seemed forever and I had to buy them at the store last week) He said "No..they're laying them all underneath the nests and there are THREE hens sitting on them. I want to try and hatch them." I just shook my head and sighed as we've tried this numerous times before with no success, that ended up with nothing but a stinky chicken coop. I also thought it was far too cold the previous weeks, I didn't care HOW many hens were sitting on them. Briefly looked online into an incubator for him for his birthday.

So this morning at the buttcrack of dawn he goes out to do feed the chickens and the bucks and I go out to check on the new goat babies and feed the rest. Meet him back at the house and he's dancing a jig like a little kid ;-)

WE HAVE CHICKS! I SAW ONE!!

Are you kidding me??

Nope! I saw one peek out from underneath one of the hens! Okay (smilin ear to ear)...I gotta go to work.

Ummm, not so fast Buster. We have to get a chick setup ready with a heat light, bedding, food and water. We can't just let them hang low with all the BIG chickens all day and I've got the Granddaughter due any minute.

So we slam together a chick setup and he goes underneath the hen and pulls out this itty bitty churping chick. He says... I think there is another one and hands the first one off to me. Hands that one off and sure enough....there is number THREE hiding up underneath her wing!!

Whoa...I need coffee!!

But of COURSE on the 3rd around 3 oclock...

the first kids of the season make their appearance! Above at half an hour old.
(The number 3 "thang" again...I should have known ;-)

This was the first kidding for Susie and I have been slightly anxiety ridden over her to say the least. On the small side anyway....I couldn't even tell if she was pregnant until a couple days ago when she started to blossom an udder (and then I read that doesn't always mean diddly either). She appeared more like a bowling ball from all the LOVE=ALFALFA she was given while I was away. Unlike Hope last season, that obviously appeared to be carrying several kids. I also had no clue WHEN she was due.


I checked ligaments a couple or more times daily the last week and this morning I was rushed as Granddaughter was here. I didn't feel ANYTHING and just thought I couldn't find them (duh) along with she was RAVENOUS for her grain, so I didn't push the issue TRYING to find them and fed everybody. Thinking (ahem) that she would go off her feed if she was close.



Around noon I did a quick look-see into the pen and she was standing over by the feeder chowing down on greens. No mucus plug, no appearance of dropping and I went back inside and fed Kyra and around one put her down for her nap. Around 1:30 I heard this gawd awful bleep in one of the TWO baby monitors and I KNEW it wasn't Kyra and I knew it wasn't a familiar bleep either. Sprinted down to the barn and there Susie was laying in the middle of the pen. Two little hooves protruding out. OH CRAP!! Ran back to the milking room and got my handy dandy kidding kit and sat down behind her. Within a minute or two out came the first one! Itty Bitty but strong. Without inspection...I thought a doe. Two minutes later out came the second. Sized a bit more to my liking and without inspection I suspected.... a buck.

Susie immediately started working on the first born and I helped clean up number two and handed that one over to her as well. She finally stood up and we all went to the nursery pen under the heat lamp, as it was pretty cold out today. As I dried them the rest of the way, I finally inspected and as suspected.... one doe and one buck. The doe has wattles like her Daddy Vinnie and in looking at the pictures when I got back inside, I'm wondering if she might have blue eyes. (I'm hoping not and Randy is hoping she does) I went back out a bit ago to look and with the red heat lamp I can't tell one way or the other.

I CAN tell they are beautiful (and am definitely gonna need help with colors on these two) along with Susie is an excellent Mommy ;-)

Long Time No Blog

Time flies when you're having fun I guess...yeah right! Time flies when there isn't enough of it.

So much has happened since my last posting that I don't know where to start. We added a beautiful (but bashful) doe named Vegas. (aptly named as I bought her with my 5:30 a.m. Vegas winnings). Another addition this past fall was our resident stud muffin complete with waddles.... from Welcome Back Kotter....Vinnie Barbarino. Of course these pic's are completely outdated.

It just now hits me as I look for the pic's of these two that both both their names start with a "V". Whoa....(to me anyway... who didn't plan that one ;-) Some will understand my fascination with repeated numbers and karma-like things of late, and some will be finally convinced I've truly fallen off my rocker. What e-v-e-r.

I hadn't even fully finished getting the food processed and put up, the garden to bed for the season, or my first doe (of the three) put in the pen for breeding, when my 77 year old beloved Dad took seriously ill for about 6 weeks. He choose to pass at home and hopefully without pain and I promised him I would see to it. I dropped everything and everybody and moved in with him to help him in his (bittersweet in my mind) journey to the other side. I could write a book on the experience on SO many levels......but I'll spare you all those passions (as this is my GOAT blog ;-) and go on with the rest of the story. I also must add that during this time period my heart hound, my first Afghan (shameless brag....completely owner handled to her AKC Championship), a few months shy of her 15th birthday, said her goodbyes to us. I know that Dad and Kahlua have met up somewhere. I miss you two terribly every second of every day.

So while this is all going on the husband and daughter graciously take on all MY responsibilities on top of their own around the farm. I tried to micro-manage the best I could through the phone on a daily basis. Including pen breeding. I'm sure some of THOSE conversations to someone on my end at Dads, that wasn't familiar with my life on the farm, might have been slightly entertained or slightly confused.

"What do you mean you THINK you saw them do it Randy?"

"Well.... how LONG did you see them tied?" "Like a bunny?" "Quick?"

"What do you MEAN you don't know if they DID IT????

"Did you see anybody have a cig afterwards or what????"

"Keep an eye on them!"

I came home sometime in December to not knowing for sure and doubting if ANY of the three planned breeding's had taken place, along with the FATTEST small herd of Nigerian Dwarf goats I'd ever seen! I am positive that the goats were FED! No doubts there!! OMG Bless his heart.....

So now we hurry up and wait, making our daily 100 trips to the barn, with a baby monitor stuck to my ear the rest of the time. If the first one in the pen took (that would be Suzie-first freshener) she would be due anytime now. She looks like a butterball. I'm wagering ONE big kid. Cinderella definitely LOOKS like she's carrying a load and we should have a month before she kids. And then there is Hope....the kangaroo...sigh....need I say more???

Kids Almost Three Weeks Old

and I feel like I'm goin on 80! Questioning if I'm cut out for this venture. Probably nothing a little Xanax wouldn't cure ;-) Hope seems to be having a time of it keeping all four kids looking well fed so I've started supplementing a couple of them. Of course the one little doe Khloe is the smallest of the foursome and she thank goodness took to the bottle without hesitation. She was finding it kinda hard to knock her brothers off one of the TWO boobies when a couple are twice her size. So it's twenty some trips a day to the barn to gorge Hope with grain/herbs (in an attempt to keep her producing enough) and bottle feed the other two. The whole time I've got pubescent Gizmo who is attempting to show the world that even IF he doesn't have the family jewels anymore, that he is indeed a BUCK! Try and explain that politically correct to guests who come out to look at the sweet baby goats (usually with their own babies in tow). And then there is his OTHER new little caper of anytime I look like I'm going to sit down, he sneaks up from behind and if I have my hair in a ponytail, he YANKS it about clean out of my head! In between all the suckin, humpin and thumpin the kids have been totally entertaining. Still amazed at their rapid development at such a young age. Its like they were born ready to roll! Spring loaded and quick as greased lightening! I can foresee next weeks scenerio already... being out LONG after the sun goes down....trying to herd the miniature antelopes into their foot and a half wide by two foot tall barn door. Wonder if I could teach Weeny to do it?? ;-)

Haven't had much time to take pic's but above is grandson Ty Parker when he visited last weekend with his buddy Socks.