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Queen Mum's Dancing in the Rain
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autumnprairie
Owned by the Rotten Heifers
SARA WE MISS YOU!!!!
PLEASE COME BACK
PLEASE COME BACK
SmallFarmGirl
Smiley Crazy
Come back SARA !!! you were the first person to post on my journal ... you made me so happy !! You make this site a great place !! 
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Queen Mum
N.E.R.D.
Thanks everyone for your kind thoughts. I haven't been ignoring you or sulking. I have been unavailable for a while.
Just so you know, I am somewhat clueless about what makes people feel uncomfortable and tend to offend people without knowing it. So let me know directly if I upset you. OK, otherwise I will continue to blather on and will never know what I said or did to piss you off. I don't like conflict and as a result of a recent one, I will be here but on a limited basis. That has nothing to do with y'all. It's just the fallout from something else that happened years ago and I learned to stay out of those kind of conflicts for my own peace of mind.
In the meantime, here is the latest update on Houdini!
Poor Houdini, I tortured him endlessly about a week ago.
Snowflake was in heat. I thought she was bred but she jumped the fence and into Mama's paddock. Snowflake is quite a bit bigger than he is and I'm not sure she is bred. She was very cooperative and at one point even backed up to his favorite tire so he could get some height. Houdini covered her about 20 times until his little legs were so weak he just fell over backwards with his little pizzle sticking out. At that point he could just stand at her side and give her kisses and nuzzle her neck. I led her back to her enclosure and the two of them stood at the fence for the next four hours blowing kisses through the fence, much to the consternation of Opie the 14 year old wether who was having some kind of hormone problem and who kept bashing the fence in a fit of jealousy. (I have a video recording to prove it.)
We had a BIG storm that night and it rained BUCKETS. This was a welcome relief for those of us who live in Texas. But, when it rains here, the floodgates of heaven open up we get a torrential downpour.
Houdini took advantage of the situation and climbed a pallet. He leaped into Snowflakes enclosure to spend the night with his latest fling. Unfortunately, there was no cover for him. He spent a cold miserable night in the open getting soaking wet. When I found him this morning he was covered in mud and ready to come home.
Of course, you know this meant a collar and a leash. Having left his enclosure once before, I decided he needed a collar so I could have better control of him from now on. He screamed bloody murder. Crying, theatrics, rolling on the ground. I stood and waited silently until he realized it wasn't working. He stood up. I tried leading him out of the enclosure. Snowflakes enclosure has a very narrow gate so I had to carry him out.
Oh the shame of it! The indignity. Once out, I let him roam (on the end of a LONG LEASH) so he could feel some return of his dignity. I did take him (read drag) to a bucket of feed. And I had a smaller collar on him this time. I set him at the bucket and he gobbled the feed down. I brushed him good and gave him another talking too. When I started brushing him, he was horrified and acted as if I was ripping his skin off. Except he sort of liked it. So he stood munching on his grain and "tolerating" it.
Then I picked him up to check his feet and his tummy. OH HORROR! He gave me the stink eye. But he sat quietly in my lap while I scratched his back and examined his tummy and feet. I noticed that the collar I had put on him was the same size as the one that I use on my 130 pound buck. It was almost too small. That boy has a BIG neck!
After all that "torture and abuse", I gave him some drench, minerals, worm medicine, probiotics, vitamins and red cell just for good measure. I debated the red cell, fearing that giving him an extra boost might make him healthier than he already is and perhaps more energetic. He clamped his little mouth SHUT TIGHT. I was ready. I had my drenching gun and slipped it in the side of his mouth and pushed the plunger. The screaming was ear splitting. Of course, it only lasted until he realized he liked the taste.
"ACK, this is poison." Nummer, nummer, nummer. "I... WILL... NOT... SWALLOW. " Nummer, Nummer, NUMMER! "How dare you poison me with this tasty stuff?!" Nummer, nummer, Nummer. "Oh my God. I've swallowed every last drop! You cruel person." Nummer, nummber, lick, lick. I need to lick the drench gun to get it off the end of the tip of the thing." Lick, lick. "Wait a minute, I'm not finished!
What a little poo head!
I had to drag him back to Mama's enclosure. I brushed him some more for good measure and am making him wear his collar which he showed off to Mama and the girls and pranced around like he was something special. Then I gave him a new shelter in his favorite laying down spot. He has made sure to pee on it and won't let anyone else near it.
Well since then, he has been kind of dancing away at the feed trough avoiding me to keep from me grabbing him, but he has grown "soft" what with all this food and stuff. I've collared him twice and asserted my Queen Mum dominance. I make him look me in the eye and have twice had to throw him. He's getting gradually to get the idea that I am in charge. The expression on his face is slowly changing from one of defiance to one of acceptance that I AM indeed in charge. He still struts around the pasture when I'm not there, but he knows that I am the master of food and scratchies. He knows that I won't hurt him. He knows that I am going to touch him. He knows that he is not allowed to be in charge of me.
Now he follows me around. I don't expect a puppy. But I expect respect. And he's starting to give that to me. Trust will eventually follow. And I officially own him.
Ah, Houdini...
Just so you know, I am somewhat clueless about what makes people feel uncomfortable and tend to offend people without knowing it. So let me know directly if I upset you. OK, otherwise I will continue to blather on and will never know what I said or did to piss you off. I don't like conflict and as a result of a recent one, I will be here but on a limited basis. That has nothing to do with y'all. It's just the fallout from something else that happened years ago and I learned to stay out of those kind of conflicts for my own peace of mind.
In the meantime, here is the latest update on Houdini!
Poor Houdini, I tortured him endlessly about a week ago.
Snowflake was in heat. I thought she was bred but she jumped the fence and into Mama's paddock. Snowflake is quite a bit bigger than he is and I'm not sure she is bred. She was very cooperative and at one point even backed up to his favorite tire so he could get some height. Houdini covered her about 20 times until his little legs were so weak he just fell over backwards with his little pizzle sticking out. At that point he could just stand at her side and give her kisses and nuzzle her neck. I led her back to her enclosure and the two of them stood at the fence for the next four hours blowing kisses through the fence, much to the consternation of Opie the 14 year old wether who was having some kind of hormone problem and who kept bashing the fence in a fit of jealousy. (I have a video recording to prove it.)
We had a BIG storm that night and it rained BUCKETS. This was a welcome relief for those of us who live in Texas. But, when it rains here, the floodgates of heaven open up we get a torrential downpour.
Houdini took advantage of the situation and climbed a pallet. He leaped into Snowflakes enclosure to spend the night with his latest fling. Unfortunately, there was no cover for him. He spent a cold miserable night in the open getting soaking wet. When I found him this morning he was covered in mud and ready to come home.
Of course, you know this meant a collar and a leash. Having left his enclosure once before, I decided he needed a collar so I could have better control of him from now on. He screamed bloody murder. Crying, theatrics, rolling on the ground. I stood and waited silently until he realized it wasn't working. He stood up. I tried leading him out of the enclosure. Snowflakes enclosure has a very narrow gate so I had to carry him out.
Oh the shame of it! The indignity. Once out, I let him roam (on the end of a LONG LEASH) so he could feel some return of his dignity. I did take him (read drag) to a bucket of feed. And I had a smaller collar on him this time. I set him at the bucket and he gobbled the feed down. I brushed him good and gave him another talking too. When I started brushing him, he was horrified and acted as if I was ripping his skin off. Except he sort of liked it. So he stood munching on his grain and "tolerating" it.
Then I picked him up to check his feet and his tummy. OH HORROR! He gave me the stink eye. But he sat quietly in my lap while I scratched his back and examined his tummy and feet. I noticed that the collar I had put on him was the same size as the one that I use on my 130 pound buck. It was almost too small. That boy has a BIG neck!
After all that "torture and abuse", I gave him some drench, minerals, worm medicine, probiotics, vitamins and red cell just for good measure. I debated the red cell, fearing that giving him an extra boost might make him healthier than he already is and perhaps more energetic. He clamped his little mouth SHUT TIGHT. I was ready. I had my drenching gun and slipped it in the side of his mouth and pushed the plunger. The screaming was ear splitting. Of course, it only lasted until he realized he liked the taste.
"ACK, this is poison." Nummer, nummer, nummer. "I... WILL... NOT... SWALLOW. " Nummer, Nummer, NUMMER! "How dare you poison me with this tasty stuff?!" Nummer, nummer, Nummer. "Oh my God. I've swallowed every last drop! You cruel person." Nummer, nummber, lick, lick. I need to lick the drench gun to get it off the end of the tip of the thing." Lick, lick. "Wait a minute, I'm not finished!
What a little poo head!
I had to drag him back to Mama's enclosure. I brushed him some more for good measure and am making him wear his collar which he showed off to Mama and the girls and pranced around like he was something special. Then I gave him a new shelter in his favorite laying down spot. He has made sure to pee on it and won't let anyone else near it.
Well since then, he has been kind of dancing away at the feed trough avoiding me to keep from me grabbing him, but he has grown "soft" what with all this food and stuff. I've collared him twice and asserted my Queen Mum dominance. I make him look me in the eye and have twice had to throw him. He's getting gradually to get the idea that I am in charge. The expression on his face is slowly changing from one of defiance to one of acceptance that I AM indeed in charge. He still struts around the pasture when I'm not there, but he knows that I am the master of food and scratchies. He knows that I won't hurt him. He knows that I am going to touch him. He knows that he is not allowed to be in charge of me.
Now he follows me around. I don't expect a puppy. But I expect respect. And he's starting to give that to me. Trust will eventually follow. And I officially own him.
Ah, Houdini...
MrsDieselEngineer
The Goat Lady
Hurray! Welcome back! And of course I got a good laugh from your post That was just too funny! 
SmallFarmGirl
Smiley Crazy
WELCOME BACK !!
Livinwright Farm
Goat Fancier
GREAT posting!! I think all bucks are like that
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Loving the herd life
Yay!!! Glad ur back & Houdini bowed to the queen mum
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Welcome back! It is so nice to have you back! 
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Queen Mum
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I'm sad... I asked the Land Lady if I could go in and check on the teen pen because she wants me to sell some of her stock. She said OK. There are about 8 goats in the enclosure. It's about 25 feet by 14 feet wide. The landlady said the goats in there have been there for two years.
Then she told me the LL has not let them out the whole time! They eat in there and live in there. The outdoor area is 4 feet wide by 14 feet long.
The LL has been feeding them by throwing the hay and feed over the top of the enclosure everyday for MONTHS. It has been inaccessible for anyone to get into it as long as I have been here. (3 months) AND it was obvious that no one has gone in there for a LOT LONGER THAN THAT! 
I scrubbed the scum out of the water trough and took a dead mouse out of it. Then I and gave everyone CD/T shots, minerals, probios, trimmed hooves (badly in need). Way in the back was a VERY tiny little doe. She was the size of a newborn. She clearly had not grown since birth. She looked HUGELY pregnant and extremely ill.
I told the Landlady about her and immediately started treatment. She clearly had pneumonia. Her hair looked like it was falling out. And she was one very sick little girl. The LL said she'd been like that for weeks! WEEKS! He thought she was just pregnant!She was Not pregnant. She died the next day of an obstructed bowel and pneumonia. The pain she must have been in!
I want to SCREAM in frustration.
Then she told me the LL has not let them out the whole time! They eat in there and live in there. The outdoor area is 4 feet wide by 14 feet long.
The LL has been feeding them by throwing the hay and feed over the top of the enclosure everyday for MONTHS. It has been inaccessible for anyone to get into it as long as I have been here. (3 months) AND it was obvious that no one has gone in there for a LOT LONGER THAN THAT! I scrubbed the scum out of the water trough and took a dead mouse out of it. Then I and gave everyone CD/T shots, minerals, probios, trimmed hooves (badly in need). Way in the back was a VERY tiny little doe. She was the size of a newborn. She clearly had not grown since birth. She looked HUGELY pregnant and extremely ill.
I told the Landlady about her and immediately started treatment. She clearly had pneumonia. Her hair looked like it was falling out. And she was one very sick little girl. The LL said she'd been like that for weeks! WEEKS! He thought she was just pregnant!She was Not pregnant. She died the next day of an obstructed bowel and pneumonia. The pain she must have been in!
I want to SCREAM in frustration.
