Rusty, top Rooster ~VS~ Thomas, the Tom
Rusty our resident Roo is still trying to take on Thomas, our Burbon Red tom. They were fighting in the pasture again this morning at milking time. I hope Thomas kicks his tail feathers and puts him down a notch in his perception of himself. Though Rusty is a good provider and protector for the hems who choose his company. Guess we will have to wait and see who wins, brawn or size.
The day lays before me with so many options that I am unsure what to do. I know it will be a productive day if only one item gets done. As all of them have been waiting for our attention since the day we moved in. I need only to pick one and get started. . . . .
. . . . . . Later in the day ~
After making a list of possibilities to be done, I did not do a one of them. HA! Instead I decided to unpack boxes from out of the spare room/office/craft area. I hung some of our wall pictures and did some general straightening. The list can always wait till tomorrow, because it all still needs to be done and I don't think anyone is going to come do it for me.
I had a scare this evening on the wild side. I was weeding an area up next to the back of the house. Pulling handful's of grass & weeds is a great way to get rid of the them by their roots. While reaching down for a large clump of grass I caused movement. Stopping and looking closer revealed a large black snake curled up. Just inches from where my fingers had just been. WOW ! Talking about freezing on the spot. Couldn't decide whether to stay put or run. No additional movement gave me courage to move quickly and I ran in to call Lon at the station. Based on my description, he suggested that it could be either a King snake or what they call a Rat snake. Either one is not poisonous and a great help on a farm for unwanted critter control. I am unsure which it is, just glad it did not run out on me. Or the goats would have seen some ugly dancing on my part, trying to two step with a backwoods country slithery snake.
If that was not enough excitement for the evening, Amber had a run in with something in the edge of the yard/woods. Based on her reaction I was not sure whether she had been stung, bit by a snake or had broken her leg. I guess at that point I was a little paranoid about snake bites. With some violent thrashing around on the ground on her part and refusing to put weight on her leg. I was unsure just what happened. I sat on the ground in an effort to get her to calm down, as she was frantic in her search for relief. She wanted to lie next to me but it was apparent that she was in a good deal of pain. Restless and moaning were two very good signs she was in great distress. Which added to my own. I remember reading about pain control for goats in one of my emails and went to look the info up. All the while calling Lon back with the newest saga on the home front. Found my notes and discovered how much Ibuprofen I could give her for discomfort. Bet the pharmaceutical company never counted on treating goats. Tucking the two tablets in chunks of bananas, she easily ate the meds. My only course then was to help her back to the pen for rest till morning as nightfall had fallen all around us. It was a slow go with a three-legged goat. I hated to leave her but could not stay and trudged back up to the house facing the options before me. Morning will bring to light an obvious broken leg, a dead goat from a poisonous snake bite or a sprain ankle and a possible trip to see a vet.
Quick prayers were lifted up for her healing as I headed off to bed myself.
Deborah
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