On Sunday May 1, our doe Chelsea went into labor. Right on time. She didn’t want to be left alone so Hubby and I sat with her in the stall. And she pushed. And pushed. And hollered. And pushed. Oh…
Tag: nigerian dwarf goats
That time has come again on the farm. The time for love. The does have been naaing more than usual. Tails have been wagging. My poor fence has been getting one heck of a beating, and the bucks are wearing…
I had every intention of writing this post about a week ago. Here is my list of excuses: I ate so much at Thanksgiving Hubby had to roll me out of my Mother’s house and to the car, where a…
After this last breeding season Hubby and I talked a lot about getting our own buck. Having our own buck would mean: Easier process to get our girls pregnant. Who wants to drive a moody in heat goat 40 minutes…
It is snowing outside. Heavy snow that sticks to everything. It feels very much like Christmas, and since we had grass yesterday and today I had to struggle with my winter boots so I could trudge out to the barn…
Last Friday I loaded both of my goats into the back of my little Sentra and drove 40 minutes to a friend’s farm (we’ll just call this friend Sal). Waiting there was a buck named Jack from a farm 4…