I moved some fence and expanded the goat area today. Then I walked the fence and pulled off all the branches, shored up the posts and pulled the bottom wire down to fill in a few gaps.
This afternoon I let them all out to graze. They went straight to the newly open area. I did some work, they seemed happy. Jack was walking the fence line. I went in the house, did some laundry and took a shower. When I got out of the shower, the phone was ringing. It was the neighbor.
"You have a goat over here"
"In the woods?"
"No, in my barn"
"All the way across the road?!?!?"
"Yes, please come and get it."
So how am I going to keep the goats fenced? They have never gone that far before, they have never even gotten out to the road. His barn is 1/2 mile down our road, across the main road and then another 1/2 mile down his road. I am really starting to worry about keeping them contained at all.
So I go and get hubby, he goes and gets the truck. I get a bucket of grain and meet him at the truck- he isn't there. He is up in the field. He says there are still a bunch of goats in the field and he can't imagine just a few going that far away from the herd.
We go over to the neighbor's. We pull up and this cute little Nigerian wether comes out to greet me.
"That's not my goat."
We chat for awhile as his boy makes some more phone calls. This is obviously someone's pet. He is friendly, follows us around, is fat, healthy with a nice coat and has been dehorned.
We had to leave but they think they figured our who he belonged to. He was a cute little goat, I hope he got home.
Came back, fed and counted the goats. All present and accounted for.
This is taken from the upper field. The red building is the barn. You can see the garage behind it and just a little bit of the house. If you look close you can see the road where it cuts across the property, right at the edge of the woods. Below that is where the creek runs.
This is the other direction. You can see where the creek forms a pool in the trees.
Here are the naughty goats after they escaped. They hung out at the house and ate the grass along the walls where the dripping off the roof melted the snow.
This is Nissan's Rusty. She is growing up beautiful. She has some nice red roaning I think she gets from her Daddy, Roll Farm's Bullit.
Thank you Donna. We love our little farm. It still amazes me that when I go to the top of the hill and look around, all that you see is ours. AS long as I don't turn around.
No new babies yet. The does are certainly up on their Doe Code rules.
It has been a long week. Back to work after the holidays off is tough. Hubby hasn't gotten home before 9 all week and it doesn't look like that will change any time soon.
The semester ends next week for my stepson. He is really struggling with his grades. I wish I could help but with him only here every other weekend, there isn't much I can do. I have tried to talk to his mom and see what we can do together, but she won't speak to me. She won't speak to hubby either. How are we supposed to help if we don't know what is going on? I think she is one of those people that cannot accept any help. Doing so would be admitting she isn't perfect. She has so many troubles, financial, social, kids.... and most of it is self inflicted. So ignores problems until she can no longer do so and then all of a sudden it is someone else's fault. When we offer help- all she wants is money.
Sorry, rant over. It is so frustrating. I cry a lot. I worry about him so much.