Oh Kate, tragic for sure! And freak. That tree could have fallen at some other time, Image could have been a few feet away. I think all of us are lucky to avoid similar things more often than we know.
She was dam raised but a total sweetheart, true to Lamancha form. Loved attention.
Briar was a PITA but she was a good goat.
If I had done one thing different they both might still be alive, but, I'm chalking it up as a lesson learned.
Those plastic collars that are supposed to break in a struggle.... well, they don't if the goat isn't big enough to break them. She snagged it on the hook of the bucket and hung. She (Briar) was taking her last breath when John found her. CPR did not bring her back. Less than 10 minutes. I just went in for water. I should've closed the gate, but i didn't.
Ah Kate, please don't go down that road. What is done, is done as the great thinkers think. Listen here young woman, dwelling on what happened will not make anything good happen and beyond not making anything good happen will cause other bad things to happen. Talk to old Animalmom. Hon I've been around the barn a time or two and can rattle off things I should have done, would have done, could have done and bad things still happen. Dwell on it too long and you'll end up making yourself sick. Honey, really, the only omnipresence in the world is God and as much as all of us here on BYH love you, sweetie, you ain't God, big G or little g.
Sometimes the biggest pain in our hearts comes from things we didn't mean to have happen. Nevertheless, you have a yard full of goaties, children, a loving husband and big plans in you near future. We love you Kate and only want the best for you. Grieve until you are all cried out and then walk into the sunshine and go on. Big hugs. I need more kleenex.
I'm beating myself up but I'll get over it. It's easier to lose a chicken or a quail than it is a goat. I got home today and went to the pasture and immediately panicked because I thought I was missing a goat. Then it hit me. I milked and I fed and I loved on everyone, but it wasn't the same without having to tie Briar up to the wall to keep her from pushing her way in. Her halter and feed bucket sat empty tonight as a clear reminder that I left that gate open. It hurts. It's allowed to hurt. I will get over it but right now I'm grieving. That tree that fell and I cut up? They kids have decided it's a perfect little playground. It's staring at me reminding me that I should have acted sooner. I didn't. I'm grieving. I'm allowed to.
I sat for an hour today and stared at the chickens before I started on chores. It was dark before I got done milking and feeding.
I have decided to redo the pasture fence this weekend. If John is able to come home this weekend it'll be easier to get everything done. It all depends on if we can find the part for the truck at a reasonable price. Both trucks are down at this point and we're down to one vehicle. Everything comes piling on at once. It makes for a tough time.
Thankfully I have a strong support group, and a best friend who hasn't grown tired of listening to me every morning. A friend who hasn't grown tired of hearing about all the things that keep happening around me and has been helping me through being alone for the first time in years. I really miss John and I look forward to him coming home every weekend. I can't wait until we get this move figured out and I can see him every day. I really really miss him. Talking and skyping every afternoon is tough.
This weekend I'm going to pick up my mother to come help me with every day things. I was supposed to get her this weekend, but things happened. Had to get some things taken care of. It will be nice to come home to a human being after work.
I sat today for an hour and stared at the chickens, and it felt good to just sit.
Change of pace, here's some pictures of the chickens from yesterday and today.
The Polish got kicked out to their coop today. They quite enjoyed it. I later three in a few of the partridge cochin for warmth, they're freshly weaned from the heat lamp.