Friday, May 27, 2011

Medical Terminology

Last Tuesday Husband put a gate in the goat fence so that I could drive in there with the tractor and shovel...stuff...out.  Handy.  When he came up to the house to tell me it was done he mentioned that Stella looked funny.  Well what he actually said was, "Stella has something gross hanging out of her butt."  Rather than something lovely and magical hanging out of her butt, I suppose.  "Gross" and "hanging out of butt" are pretty much synonymous in my opinion.  

Since she had just had two kids in November and we no longer have a buck, I figured she was just in heat.    I meandered down to the goat house and out into the field to find her.  Lo and behold she indeed had something gross hanging out of her butt.  I took her by the collar and led her into the barn, put her in the little stall and closed the door.  She promptly lay down and had three babies.  One little girl and two little boys. 

On the day I sold Pip, I led him through the barn where Stella's stall was open.  I can only surmise that he said his goodbye to Stella in a VERY special way on the way through.  Which makes me nervous because I don't think I've seen Dottie go into heat in a while.  Madness. 

Also, I think Husband's gynecological assessments, though correct.... may need a little polishing. 

Smiles from the farm,

Tuesday, May 17, 2011






I got nothing.  

Welcome to my world...

Smiles from the (very open minded) farm,

Monday, May 9, 2011

Gittin' Some Gumption...

Sorry for the general neglect of this blog.  I'm just not feeling that bloggy lately.  I feel like I've told all the stories.  Goats, chickens, children, "Oh look I made something", blah-blah-blah.  How self absorbed can one person be anyway? 

I started to clean the house, got bored.  Started a diet, hate it.  I started to write a book, it's really hard to do that.  Oh,  I DID get a new duck. 

Her name is Violet and I can't decide if Stanley loves her or hates her.  Stanley think's he's a goat, so he may just be confused.  Violet's farmer had an emu.  I think I would like an emu. 

Disclaimer: Stolen from the internets and not the actual emu that I met.

Right?  I think that's just what I need to get me out of this funk.  An emu. 

But Husand said emu's kill more people each year than cancer.  I'm pretty sure he's making that up. 

Smiles from the farm,