Duke and Meyla

Duke and Meyla

Saturday, October 14, 2017

What's Happened With the Goats In the Last 2 weeks.

We have two does here for breeding. The one on the left is Tullia(now named Maybelle), Desi's first kid from 2012. The other doe is her daughter.


 This is how I remember that crazy kid. (She isn't like that anymore, LOL.)

Teeny-tiny(aka Eclipse) somehow thundered her lip all up on Saturday.

The vet put in six stitches and wasn't optimistic that she'd keep that chunk of flesh because the wound was pretty old. So far it's doing good, so I think it'll adhere back down. (Edit: I wrote most of this post on Friday and I'm finishing it on Saturday. Her lip broke open this morning. :( Fortunately, it had partway healed and looks like only a very small piece is going to fall off.)
This is the same vet who told us that Violet had a 10% chance of survival after her c-section. Nothing against him, I really like him, but maybe our goats have better care and are tougher than some of the others he's treated.


Her bottom lip got damaged too so she looks really weird, but she should be fine.

We like to have a breeding plan, but it's subject to change up until the moment we open the buck gate, or even until we are positive she'd pregnant. It's not unheard of for us to breed the doe to a different buck if she happens not to settle with the first one. So, we have lots of crossing out and re-writing on our list! 
So far, here's what we've got.
Molly is bred to Black (pregnant)
Marion is bred to Sam, twice(don't know yet)
Sonnet is bred to Black(don't know yet)
Izzy is bred to Sam(don't know yet)
Simcoe is bred to Serrano(don't know yet)

Marion, Simcoe, Sonnet, Desi, Minx and Eclipse were all in heat within a 36 hour period. The bucks went practically crazy and here was the result of a fight between Serrano and Black. The blood is Mr. Black's but somehow he escaped the war paint and put it all on Serrano. Not visible is his beard crusted in it, and his forelegs streaked the full length. I finally had to separate them until they settled down because they weren't stopping.

It seems that most of the content on my blog lately is about Jinger, and you thought you were getting out of it this time, eh? Not so easy, my dear readers! Here is comes, last but not least! LOL! 

Jinger is now 19 weeks and tipped the scale at 20.2 pounds today. At least a pound of it had to be food though. With my last three Border Collies, Riika, Duke(yeah I know, only 50%) and Kate, they've been a little picky and known to turn down a meal, especially the last mentioned. Not this latest thing. Oh, she's crazy! I've never, ever seen her stop eating, no matter how much I give her. I don't dare just let her eat and eat and eat to see what will happen-haven't humans been known to split their stomachs from gorging themselves? I know dogs aren't the same as humans, but I don't see why that couldn't happen. I mostly feed her meat that is given to me from random people, and if I feed it on the bone she can't bolt it. If I ever feed her kibble, (It has to be grain free and not too much of it or she'll get sick. Insert eye-roll emoji) she inhales it and chokes, the dork. 
Speaking of feeding her meat, I've got a story for you. Luke especially, and some of my other siblings have been trying to talk me into to getting a deer tag and coming hunting as the season opened today. Instead, I drove an hour, met someone in a parking lot, and picked up almost 100 pounds of deer meat. The driving time was 2.5 hours, hiking was 12 steps, getting the meat took 3 minutes, and it's already packaged and some is even sausage. I didn't get tired, wet, cold, hungry, have to gut it, pack it out, or anything. Oh, and it was free-only the cost of fuel, which was about $20. Yeah, that's my kind of hunting! But I've run off on a rabbit trail... About Jinger...
Lest any of you think I really don't like her because I like to complain about her, for all her stupidity and other issues, I love her, and she'll outgrow them. (Hopefully)
Bonny got to be a guest at our training party and picture session today. She got her turn with training and loved the video spotlight. Speaking of videos... (check below the picture)

...I started my new channel. I have videos scheduled to display every Wednesday and 2 AM. Kind of an odd time, I know. Who cares. Anyway, videos will range from technical dog training explanations(not too many, because I've not very advanced) to how to butcher a rabbit and everything in between. For some of the topics there will be two parts-one will be a short and basic one, and the other will be more in depth and longer. I am very uncomfortable and unpolished in front of a camera, but I am trying my best and am getting better, I think. I'm not that great at editing either, so videos aren't top notch quality, but I'm hoping that they have top notch quality information. I could say more, but without further ado, here is the link.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Satus Stockdogs' Clinic

On Saturday, I took the plunge and brought Kate to a training clinic that Jinger's breeder hosted. It was a beautiful day, and there were somewhere around a dozen dogs and handlers who attended. The fellow was very patient and encouraging and I learned a lot, but because of the way our cows act, it's gonna be hard to put into action the advice he gave me.

In the afternoon, watching a dog work.

Notice the dog on the spool? I knew that this fellow trains all his dogs to sit patiently on a spool while other dogs work, but I didn't know the extent to which it went. That dog stayed on that spool all day, except to switch out the training stock, give demos, and move-on command to other spools/barrels. You can see the spool inside the pen-when I was working Kate, the trainer gave a little demo for me with this dog, and when he got done, he put the dog on that spool in the pen. I knew the dog would stay there while Kate and I worked the calves, but I didn't know that he wouldn't bite them or harass them in any other way when they came around the spool so close that they rubbed it. I was extremely impressed with his self control.

 After each dog worked, it was recommended that we put them in these boxes, where they couldn't see what was going on, and to contemplate what they just learned. Every dog that was put in the middle box did the same thing, and I just got a kick out of them poking their noses out and snuffling loudly, or peering out of the top slot.

Kate wasn't impressed at being locked in such close proximity to 5 other dogs because she hates other dogs, but quickly learned that they couldn't reach her and didn't care about her anyway. She also quickly learned that if she stuck to the far side of the box and cranked her eyeballs to the left, she could see the calves when they moved to the far corner of the pen. They weren't there often, but oh she enjoyed the view when they were!

More dog boxes and another dog.

 One women brought her three Kelpies-I really liked them.


I got a kick out of this young women, her mom, and the Kelpie women. They had all come from the La Grande area, and lived only a few miles apart, worked together at the hospital, but had never met! They bemoaned the fact that they could have car pooled for the 3 hour drive had they met before and arranged matters.

Anyway, the young girl had a young dog who was a little cautious about working, so the trainer brought out one of his fully trained dogs for her to work and get a feel of things. She handled it a lot better than I would have, especially when the crowd told her that she had to stand on the spool and have the dog bring the calve by for her to pet. The dog did it with no problems.

"Ah, I didn't have my camera ready," says one viewer. "Gotta do it again!" And she did it again, just fine.

This little mutt was very sensitive. She was a good worker on her own, but if too much pressure was put on her, she'd just--- well look for yourself what she'd do! I just caught the tail end of the third time she did it, at which point her owner aborted the session. 

 Kate, waiting her last turn. I am glad that she did well, and didn't embarrass me. I was also glad that she is kinda sensitive, and I've spent so much time on her commands and getting her to slow down and think, that I didn't have yell and holler like so many others were doing. Just quiet commands worked great.

One fellow asked what her breeding was, and I told him she wasn't registered but that I got her from a local family-the Kayser's. The old geezer sitting next to him perked up his ears at that, and exclaimed about how he(and maybe his dad?) used to work Kayser dogs all the time and how he loved those dogs and what hard workers they were. Yes, their family has been breeding dogs for 4 generations, so they've been around a little while. (I felt a kindred spirit to that old man the rest of the day-the only person who knew where Centerville was, and knew my dog's bloodlines. :) )

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Calf, Ears, and Kittens

Minxy, who is everything I was wanting in temperament, but lacks a little in looks.

Marion, Bunny and Desi being lazy bums.

Jazzy and Li

Mr. Black is getting quite the hairdo. He's the nicest as far as not scrapping with the other two bucks(Serrano is always picking fights), but also the nicest in that humans are equal to his own kind and get blubbered at just as much as other goats do. Between the three of them, I can't even go in the pen without planning to change my clothes as soon as I leave. The stinky things are always rubbing all over me, etc. Nasty!

This is the surprise calf that was born to the butcher heifer in August. He never grew well, never acted normal, and at one point I was sure he was going to die. Nobody knew what the deal was or what we could do to fix it, so we just watched. He came out of that slump, but at three weeks old, still acted like a newborn and just slept a lot. About three weeks ago, he got really bad, and Mom came in and told me "I make the executive decision that if you get that calf up and running again, you can have him. He's just gonna die otherwise." So I researched a ton, still having no clue what was wrong with him, and tubed him with electrolytes and medicine, bolused him with some huge pills, gave him some shots, and up he sprang! The electrolytes seemed to do the most good. Long story short and a lot of blood, sweat, anger, sore muscles and bruises aside(he is a month old and isn't tame, after all), he took to drinking milk out of a bucket and seems to be making progress now. Still don't know what was wrong with him-I wonder if he had trouble sucking for some reason, which could be why he took the bucket but fought so vigorously against the bottle. The heifer seemed to have milk enough, but for whatever reason he just never acted normal and barely grew.

A volunteer pumpkin plant in the cow pen. Evidently this is what happens when you feed your old carving pumpkins to the cows. It's frustrating how this plant can grow good fruit to maturity with not a drop of water having been given it from man. Yet my garden, which gets watered when I remember to do so, dies. Maybe next year I should just plant a garden and not water it at all and see what happens, or else just grow pumpkins! 

Jinger in her nearly outgrown crate, eating a rabbit for breakfast. She's been having stomach problems since I got her, and I used lots of anti-parasitic drugs and herbal remedies, but after switching her to raw and sending some samples to the lab(in which they found no parasites or anything else) she seems to be doing better finally. Still has an occasional issue, but at least it's not ever day anymore.

I do believe that she is going to be a nice prick eared girl. Short haired and prick eared-ahh, how lovely and alert she's gonna look! (Certain family members can't stand the look of huge bat ears on the top of a dog's head, but I love them!)    
(I have no clue why the typing is different here. I can only see it in the preview, not in the edit center, and can't figure out how to change it.)
That said, she's having quite the hard time deciding right now. One day they'll be mostly up like in the above picture, and the next kinda out to the sides, or one mostly up and the other down.

All of a sudden she'll decide that holding them up is too hard, and they'll drop down like a Labrador Retriever, as they did two days ago. The picture below was taken this morning, and while still droopy, her ears are starting to think about standing up again.

Our two bottle calves from back in June. They are weaned and listed for sale.

I caught the cat in a live trap last night and determined that it is a male, not a female. :( 

Mom came home from Vancouver with three kittens a couple of weeks ago. The calico is Brittany's and is named Star, the black and white is mine and is named Polly, and the orange and white is Mom's which is Copper.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Lovely Evening

It's been getting more and more chilly here, and a few leaves are starting to lose their grips on the trees-autumn is fast approaching!

First off, some proof that Jinger is growing, slowly but surely. At 15 weeks, she tipped the scale at 14.2 pounds today, the little shrimp.

E & D's kids were over for the evening. Kolby loves the dogs! With how often this washing and mouth washing happens, he should have a strong immune system. 

I couldn't decide which of the following pictures I liked best, so you be the judge.  The sheer joy he shows with dogs is nice to see, because he's scared of all the other animals from rabbits to cows.

Jeff playing football with Mason and Landyn. Later I spied Luke and Mark playing football with the whole group, so they should be worn out and rest well tonight. 

 I sneaked into the garage next, and caught Jeff and Brittany playing a duet. The first picture I got was out of focus, and this one has a massive photobomb pillow and other items in it, but the players heard my shutter and refused to start playing again until I left, so I'll use the pillow one. 

Kolby using the slide how all normal, healthy kids do-climbing the slide part instead of the ladder-while Mason pushes Aubrey on the merry-go-round. 

All in all, it's been a lovely-though chilly-evening.  I best be getting on now and doing chores. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Ducks, Dogs, Goats (Like Normal)

I have bred my first two does, Marion and Molly, and the other does are starting to cycle already. In the past, we've only had one doe cycle before the end of September or the beginning of October, and this year we've had two for sure, and possibly another. Supposedly their cycles are dependent on daylight(shorter days are when they start cycling) so I'm thinking it's possible that the gray days from all the smoke around here maybe making the difference.

 Not much else has been going on right now, but here are a few pictures from the last two weeks.  

This here is my black and white duck that turned brown and white. Never seen something like that before. 

Kate loves swimming, but has only recently started jumping in like Duke used to.

The splash ahead of her is her toy.

Jinger has reached the stage where, as with every puppy I've had, I wonder if I'm gonna be able to handle her, or if she's gonna turn out as a wrecked adult and I'm gonna have to sell her. So far I haven't wrecked one though, so I think I just need to keep slogging through and take problems as they come. 

One evening Kate wouldn't stop trying to play with Bonny, while Bonny was playing with Jinger. Bonny was getting more and more annoyed until....

..."Stop it or I'm gonna bite your head off!" At this point I called Kate away as she showed no signs of comprehension and I didn't want Bonny to attack her and start a fight. 
The main difference between this being a play snarl and a fight snarl, is the tongue sticking out-they don't do that when they play, but rather, only when they are angry. Or Bonny doesn't, anyway. 

We got the new buck pen finished shortly after my last post, and the boys like all the extra space. The nasty little things have lost their baby charm and stink like mad. You can't pet them anymore, because all they do is blubber, lick, and strike you with their front legs. They aren't aggressive though-if they were they'd be headbutting, not striking. 

This is how the does generally spend their evenings. From left to right: Bunny, rooster, rooster, Hassie, Eclipse, Minx, Marion, Skitz, Bluebelle, and Desi.

I like how these girls posed for the picture. From left to right: Bluebelle, Marion, Skitz and Desi. 

I'm buying Hassie from Mom-I may have already said that before. She is a Bunny/Everest kid. 

This is a "hifties" doe-joint ownership between Mom and I. Her name is Eclipse, and she is Ebony's kid by Everest. 

 I noticed this interesting turkey tail design on one of the stumps out back.


Kate's preferred method of play is stalk and spring. 

And lastly, old Sadie. She will be 14 in November, and is mostly deaf, but her eyesight seems okay. If you haven't seen her in awhile, it would be prudent to look in the shop. She sneaks in every chance she gets and tends to find some back corner to take a nap in, thereby often missing detection. She has stayed overnight in there before and left a present for me in the morning, as well as doing the same in the sauna last winter. Oh well, I guess it's pretty harmless, even if she's always been the most disobedient and useless dog on the place. It's not like she sneaks into the schoolhouse, digs in the garbage and eats Dots while sitting on Mom's precious blue chair and the quilts covering it or anything(anymore)-she's just never been trained much.

One last thing: We have a stray cat here, who runs into the haystack every time we see it. It's been hanging around for three weeks or so, and isn't showing any signs of leaving. I'm thinking it's a female and has kittens, but the hay crack she goes into is not large enough to grant admittance to humans. It also must branch off, because when we use a flashlight we can see all the way to the back and there are no animals back there, even though we know she went in there. So I guess we'll be waiting until the kittens walk out on their own, and either try to tame them down or catch them in a live trap. Otherwise we are going to have a cat population problem like we had years ago. Maybe this will be my opportunity to have a new cat of my own, since I lost mine last summer...