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.

10/5 Update:  This will only make sense if you read the comments on this post. Leland does look like Mr. Tumnus! If only I had captured Leland’s horns in the above photo…


Thanks to Carson for taking this very relaxing photo of Leland the last time she visited Morning Bray Farm. ♥

Last, but certainly not least, we’d like to introduce you to the masters of escape here at Morning Bray Farm. If there’s a way out, rest assured that Leland and Abigail will find it.  (Remember to click on any photo for a larger view.)      

This is Leland,       


and this is Abigail.       


A modification or two has been made to our fences and gates since their arrival one year ago. We love that they keep us on our toes.