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7.31.13 addendum: Okay, my bad. I didn’t take the time to write a narrative for this post, and in doing so, created some confusion. We’ve had Meggie, a.k.a. Meggie Moo, a.k.a. the Moominator, since 2007.

While she is now very sweet, Meggie hasn’t always been this way. I think she’s mellowing with age, and I think she really enjoys being around us now. She still really digs a good scratch.

We got a boatload of rain last Friday, and the barn turnouts ended up under water. It’s because of that we decided to bring Meggie into the backyard with the Hairy Hacienda crew… and she loved it. She’s still in charge… and the girls and Whisky didn’t mind one bit.

March 2011

A rare, quiet moment for Meggie Moo:

A tender moment between Momma and Baby Boy:

Ellsworth being an incredible big brother and officially welcoming Patrick into the herd:

A hug from Fergus. I will always cherish this photo:

The simple joy of taking Bernard for a walk around the block:

April 2011

Kassie watching squirrel television:

Patrick learning how to be a donkey and giving his very first hug:

Welcoming the ducklings to the farm:

May 2011

Donkeys and ducklings meeting for the first time:

Whisky romping in the Rio Grande:

The ducklings loving the lawn sprinklers:

One of our many donkey play dates. Oh, how we love our play dates:

Remember if you click on any of the photos, you’ll be taken to the original blog posts.

For the last couple of weeks, we’ve noticed Abigail’s udder getting bigger and bigger. We wondered if it’s possible for a doe to start filling her udder and making milk without ever being pregnant. (Abigail has never been pregnant.)

As much as I wanted to show you the size of her udder, Abigail was very shy about letting me take photos.

Turns out, the answer to our question is yes. If a doe starts making milk without ever being pregnant, it’s called being “precocious” and is actually not uncommon.

Here’s Don seeing if Abigail was making milk. If we had captured the audio, you’d hear Don saying something like, “I can’t believe I’m milking a goat.”

Yup, Abigail’s got milk. More research showed us that it’s best to just let her be and not milk her; she will eventually reabsorb the milk.

Thanks for trying, Abby. ♥

If he survives, which we expect he will, he’ll be a golden goat.

It all started last Monday when Leland didn’t join the rest of the goats and the sheep on their morning walk to the pasture. I could tell immediately that he didn’t feel well, but had no idea what was wrong.

By lunchtime, he was on his side, moaning and straining. I was sure he had bloat. I got half a cup of vegetable oil down his throat, along with baking soda and milk of magnesia, and massaged his left side all afternoon. (The rumen of a goat is on the left side;  it acts as a big fermentation vat.  Bacteria and protozoa in the rumen supply enzymes to break down the fiber in the goat’s feed.)

Monday night, we moved Leland to the garage where he would be warm on a blanket and we could keep a constant eye on him. I know he didn’t feel well because he allowed me to sit with him and stroke his fur. By then, he at least seemed more comfortable.

There were calls to and discussions with several local vets, none of whom were helpful. By Thursday, Leland really seemed to be doing better, but we wanted to be sure he was alright. One thing bothered us… we hadn’t seen him pee in several days.

It happens that the vet who sees our dogs knows goats and agreed to see Leland on Friday afternoon.

After a sonogram, the vet was able to confirm that Leland’s bladder was the size of a pumpkin and full of stones. Leland needed to go into surgery to relieve the pressure on his bladder and make adjustments to his boy parts where it was certain that some of the stones were lodged.

The vet attributed Leland’s stones to his diet and his weight. I’m so angry with myself because I should have known – and didn’t – that wethered goats should not be fed grain. And… Leland’s weight… 104 pounds. The vet said that she was being generous when she suggested that he weigh no more than 70 pounds. I was loving him to death!

We brought Leland home on Saturday afternoon with strict instructions to cut out his grain, increase his salt intake to make sure he drinks a lot of water and to feed him nothing other than grass hay.  The hope is that Leland’s bladder stones will pass and dissolve with the changes in his diet. 

For now, he’s still peeing in drops rather than streams. We’re watching him and making sure he knows we love him. Fingers crossed. ♥

I’ve been in such a funk worrying about this boy. I’m sorry for not posting for so long. 😦

It’s a really rough life, but somebody’s gotta do it.

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