We have been blessed with an abundance of moisture throughout this past spring. Regular small snow storms hit us throughout March and April, and May came with several long, soaking rains that saturated the already soggy ground and brought grass to places I thought could never be green again.
The goats have been enjoying the lush pasture!
Meet the Three Stooges! From left to right we’ve got Ruby, Sapphire, and Diamond. If our place is a circus, these three are the head clowns! We have a hard time photographing them because they won’t stop jumping on us. They LOVE any kind of attention and if anyone sits down for even a second, they will immediately find themselves covered in muddy little cloven hoofprints from twelve little muddy cloven hooves.
Ben Gunn is an old soul trapped in a young body. He looks like a baby, but don’t let his youthful appearance fool you! When the madcap girls are jumping all over us, Ben Gunn keeps a stoic distance, grazing maturely with the adult goats. He doesn’t even do much rough-and-tumble with the other goats when people are not there! He prefers to butt heads with the big goats and all that baby stuff is beneath him. For all that, he’s not unfriendly. He loves it when I sit quietly with him when the girls aren’t around, and big as he is, he’ll still climb in my lap as long as his crazy sister isn’t jumping on his head.
In one night of rain our neighbor’s nearly-empty pond filled almost to capacity. The next day it filled even more. We haven’t seen it this full since 2017.
Scout sure has been looking grown-up and pretty lately!
“Yes, I’m gorgeous!” he says.
Oh… he’s not posing. He’s just looking to see if Phil has a cookie for him.
Snowball has been keeping her kids closely confined to one of the shelters. This was understandable during this past weekend of constant rain, but now the babies are over a week old and they need some fresh air and sunshine! I evicted them from the shed this afternoon and forced their mother to take them on an outing around the property. They were delighted to finally be allowed to tag along with the big goats!
I can’t get over this little gals’ stunning markings!
Sputnik got worm medicine this morning and has a sulk on.
Finn hides and says, “Don’t give me any worm medicine!”
What’s all this??
It appears that a Loch Ness Monster moved into our lawn!!
I saw this guy advertised for $100 in the Pueblo classifieds and I couldn’t resist. Saturday was me and Phil’s 22nd wedding anniversary and we decided to make a day of it and get ourselves an anniversary present. We drove out with the horse trailer to pick this guy up (he’s solid concrete and pretty heavy!!) and we went out for lunch and ice cream and mini golf before returning home with our prize. We had to bury it a bit because of the slope and to make sure goats can’t knock it over on each other.
Phil and I think this piece looks great in our front yard.
The goats aren’t so sure. Are Ziggy and Sonic brave enough to come in for a closer look?
Aw… Ruby thinks Nessie needs a kiss!
Diamond thinks she found a friend.
Baby goat attack!
Dusty was pretty interested in the dragon for a while too. Pepperjack was more interested in grass and is therefore not in the photo.
We we were a little tired on Wednesday after delivering these wee ones in the wee hours, but they were worth it! With a little help from me pulling on their legs, Snowball delivered a big, strong baby boy followed by a small but also strong baby girl. Both kids were up and nursing in short order after Phil and I helped dry them off. We were able to spend a bit more time enjoying them the next day.
We’re calling the little doeling “Isabella”. She looks remarkably like her grandmother Tigerlily, but with more black down her back. She also has little black spots throughout her white coat that remind me of a Dalmatian. I’ve always wanted a Dalmatian but they aren’t very well suited to our situation. Perhaps a Dalmatian-spotted goat would do.
She loves to sniff faces. Her brother is happy just to lay in laps.
Isabella also likes to hog the camera. I had a much harder time getting pictures of her brother Hawkins.
But then, who can resist this adorable face? It’s hard NOT to take too many pictures of a goat this cute! Look at those little puppy ears!
The photo is a little too clear to make it obvious, but when we look at the top of this little head through the somewhat blurry lense of the Goat-O-Scope we see two decoy happy eyes, or maybe some arched eyebrows looking back up at us. It won’t last long, but it’s funny in the meantime.
Hawkins would rather chill than mug for the camera. It’s hard to know what color this little guy will be. He’s similar to his daddy, Scout. Scout had a charcoal-colored back end but when he grew older it shedded out to solid black and now he’s a classic cou blanc. Hawkins will for sure be darker in the front than his daddy, but it remains to be seen what color the back half will end up. He also has a crinkled right ear that I might have to fix. Flop ears are ok. Pinched-together ears not so much. I had to fix Snowball’s pinched right ear when she was a kid too.
New arrivals came around 12:30/1:00 this morning! Snowball blessed us with a lovely two-tone chamoise buckling (9 lbs.) and a stunning white and black spotted doeling (7 lbs.). Everyone is doing well!
It was a full super moon last night and the sky was clear and the air was warm. I took Dusty out for a moonlight ride last night and I’m so glad I did! Not only was it spectacular, but it meant my final check on Snowball was later than usual. On a normal night we’d have been asleep when she started labor! Sticking with the “Return to Treasure Island” theme, I believe we’ll be calling these two Hawkins and Isabella.
We have been blessed with a cool, wet spring, but although it was enough to make the grass grow long and green, it was not enough to fill the pond or make the creeks flow as they should in springtime. Yesterday and today that changed. The rain moved in around 2:00 in the afternoon and it didn’t stop. It rained and rained all afternoon, all evening, and all through the night. When we awoke in the morning it was still raining. It continued until around 10:30 a.m. and then stopped. It was never a hard rain that washed away across the fields and straight into the ditches. It was the slow, steady, soaking kind that saturated the ground and got deep into the roots. By the time it stopped we’d had around 4 inches.
The pond has not been this full since 2017. When we woke up the pile of rocks next to the cow was still on the shore. By late morning the rocks were a little island.
Before the rainstorm, the pond was the size of the red circle and the rest was deep, sucking mud that kept animals from being able to drink from it.
The horses sure are enjoying all this grass! Every day is a feast!
In other news, Mocha ate the Goat-O-Scope last night. I guess being cooped up in the shelter gave her cabin fever and she decided to rewire the thing. I turned on the Goat-O-Scope sometime around 9:00 p.m. and saw a large eyeball staring into it, then a big, whiskered muzzle rooting around. I saw some teeth and a wire being pulled down from its neat little bundle above the camera. I ran downstairs and unplugged the extension cord before she bit into it and shocked herself. (I’m not sure if that’s what would happen but I was concerned.) This morning I found the chewed-up camera cord laying in the straw. It had been ripped right out of the unit and it can’t be fixed so we’ll have to see what we can do to replace it. Snowball is due in a few days and we can’t be without a Goat-O-Scope!