Showing posts with label Goats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Goats. Show all posts

Monday, July 6, 2015

New Additions! Meet Stockton & Hazel

        Just popping in so you can say hello to my two new babies! My dear friend from Maine is coming for a visit on Thursday so I'm rather bogged down with preparations, but I want to get some posts done before she comes and show off my new lovely friends. When you haven't seen one of your bestest friends in the whole world for a year it's not exactly easy to take a break for blogging. ;)

        Hazel (a French Angora) is the late half of my birthday present. She was too young to take home when I got Quicksilver, but we went to get her today. She's absolutely gorgeous!






        What? Me, silly? Naaaah.


        Stockton is a three month old Nigerian Dwarf. Lord willing, he'll breed Eponine this fall so we can have spring babies and milk (again). I got him a couple weeks ago and he wasn't real well taken care of where he came from. He's pretty undersize so I'm fattening him up. :P Sorry these pictures aren't great. If I get too close to him he thinks I'm coming to snuggle him and jumps in my lap.







Blessings,
Reyna

Monday, April 20, 2015

The Big Life Update Post

        Here it is, folks! The long-awaited post in which I fill y'all in on what I've been doing in the past five months. Yes, it's been that long since I really talked about current happenings in my life. Why? Because of current happenings in my life, of course! I think this is the busiest I've ever been before. It's bad. But it's not quite as bad as it could be. I have a lot of things to be thankful for, and I try to remember that. :)
         The main reason is school. It's my first semester full-time in college (going to a JC), and that takes up a lot of my time. I'm now glad I only have 14 units instead of the 17 I was originally planning since I have a lot of other stuff going on as well. I am at school on Tuesdays and Thursdays from pretty much the morning until 3:15, during which time I attend three classes. Statistics is first, from 9-10:50. That's by far my easiest class. It would be awfully boring, but the teacher is great. Yeah, I don't need to go over everything as much as *ahem* some people in the class, but she is hilarious and keeps us amused. She says the funniest stuff sometimes and is all around a fun professor. Near the beginning of the semester, she was coughing a bit and she pretended to choke and fall over. That kind of stuffs. She's great. Also, she lets us out early a lot, which is always nice. My next class, Comparative Politics,  is right away at 11. It's not the most interesting, but I just have to sit there and take notes. That's over at 12:20, and I have a forty minute break until my last class. I finally have a friend at school (it took three semesters but finally happened), so we spend that time wandering around campus or sitting in the sun talking. He's only taking one class this semester, Statistics, but he works at the college so he's still there. We also hang out if we get out of math early and he walks me to my class. We talk about movies and other stuffs - he likes outdoorsy things, so even if he doesn't quite understand my love of mud and goats and gardens and guns, he can still listen. :) He's a city boy, but he likes my country stuff. He's come out to our land in the valley a few times, and loves snuggling the animals and hiking around. Speaking of such...
        Many new adventures have been taking place out there! I have so much to fill y'all in with regard to our little homestead. What began on our 'postage stamp' property in the suburbs has expanded to 74 acres of gorgeous land about 15 minutes from our house (read about it here). No, we're not using nearly all of that land at the moment, but we have learned so much and had so much fun in the past four months there that I'm sure we won't be stopping any time soon! I suppose we could start with the animals.
        As far as goats go, we just have two right now. We had two of Lilly's babies for a while - longer than I would have liked as they were not my favorites - but my mom sold them a few days ago. Now we just have Gingersnap, a Nigerian Dwarf, and Sunflower (Sunny), an Alpine/Boer cross.

Ginger


Sunny

        Gingersnap is polled and triple registered, so my mom plans to use her for her breeding experiment. Have I told y'all about this yet? No? All right, get ready for a goat genetics lesson. :) Polled goats are rare. People breed for the hornless trait all the time and prefer naturally hornless animals, since otherwise they have to disbud. (I say 'have to' disbud because that is the opinion of a lot of people, not because I personally think it is necessary. It has to do with most people around here showing and not educating themselves on goat horns.) Hardly anyone actually understands how the genes work, though, so there is a lot of false information and advertising out there. To my knowledge, as my mom is big on genetics and has done a LOT of research on this topic, here's how it works. The polled gene is dominant, which was a big surprise when we found out. We asked "Well, if that is so, how come there are so few polled goats out there?" The reason is that if you breed polled to polled, you often end up with hermaphrodites, which are goats with both male and female organs. This makes them sterile, of course, so not any good for breeding or milk. Especially with dairy goats, this isn't a good thing; since they are so small the hermaphrodites, which are, in effect, wethers, aren't really any good even for meat. Plus, since there is such widespread ignorance on the topic, most people have just heard NEVER EVER EVER BREED POLLED TO POLLED and that scares them. The truth is that it's not that bad, you'll just end up with 50% of your females sterile.
        Anyway. My mom finally got to the bottom of how it all works, and she got an idea. Because people only breed polled goats to horned ones, the polled babies are always heterozygous. Pp, if you know what that means. Thus when bred to pp, only half the babies come out polled.


        People have pretty much accepted that as a fact of life. However, my mom got the bright idea that if someone (her) were to breed a homozygous buck and then do stud service, all of his babies would be polled and that would be very profitable. Long story short, Gingersnap is the beginning of this endeavor. It will take a few years of breeding and testing and probably quite a few hermaphrodites that might end up in the pot, but it looks as though it will turn out well. I'm going on a bit of a ramble here and this goat isn't even out in the valley yet, but she also bought another polled doeling recently for the same purpose. Gwendolyn is currently at our house because 1) she's still on a bottle, and 2) she wasn't well cared for at the place we got her from so we fixin' her up here. She was undernourished, neglected, covered in lice - well, you get the picture. I'll stop now.
        Sunny is an Alpine/Boer cross, so a dual purpose breed. We'll breed her with a Boer so her babies will probably be dinner, and we'll still be able to milk her. Now, I know you're probably going Oh poor babies!, but we do have our reasons. It has become increasingly important to our family in the last couple years to be conscious and careful of what we put into our bodies. We always ate pretty healthy, but as we've learned more about what the food in the stores is actually made out of (and yes, how the animals are treated), we've wanted to depart from the conventional ways. A big part of this is meat. Especially here in the SF Bay Area, good meat is very hard to find. It's also a lot more expensive than in other places - trust me, I've seen. As we also had an increasing interest in being more self-sufficient, we've linked the two together and begun learning about how to raise and process our own healthy and humanely treated meat. This was probably hardest for my mom since she was always sensitive to that sort of thing. See, I'm just as much of an animal lover as she is, but it was easier for me to say 'These animals are for food so I won't get attached to them', as opposed to our 'pets'. She does think it's important, though, and has been urging my brother and I to pursue hunting and raising meat animals. Oh look, I rambled again. On to the other animals.
        We still have our alpacas, Sheba and Sebastian. Also, Sheba-baby will hopefully be arriving in May. Yippee!




        We also have a hen a rooster, and ten chicks - all game birds. It was so nice to let the mother raise her babies naturally, out in a green field, after having done the brooder and artificial light deal so many times. I just sat out in the grass and watched them and thought, "This is the way it's meant to be." These pictures were from a few weeks ago so the chicks are a lot bigger now, but I haven't taken any more recently.






        We have a breeding trio of heritage turkeys, Israel, Leah, and Rachel. Guess who's the loved wife and who's the unloved one? :) If you don't know, read your Bible. My mom has a few eggs in the incubator, and Rachel's sitting on a nest of seventeen eggs.


        My mom got eight guineas a few months back that she kept out there. Four mysteriously disappeared, she brought one home (Peter, you'll hear more about him later), one more left, and now we have had two out there for a while.


        The fly tying chicks are still around, and it looks like we have two roosters and three hens. Pretty good, considering most of the eggs my mom bought turned out to be infertile.

       And now... *drum roll please* ... the newest addition to our little homestead: Tilly.


        She's a jersey calf, born on Pi Day (YAY!), and currently just a bit over a month old. I bought her off of Craigslist and she and I have become fast friends. Hint: it's the bottle. Nothing beats snuggling in the sun together, though, and I love how she comes loping all over the pasture after me. :)


        So those are the animals we have out there. Now for the non-living additions and discoveries. My brother found a zip line a couple weeks ago that goes across the creek - it's in almost perfect condition and just needed a bit of WD-40.


        The landing was a bit rough at first since there's no brake, but I've figured out how to do a little bounce and stay on my feet. Even when I rolled in the dirt, though, it was still amazingly fun! (That's my brother.)


        Even though we haven't had much rain to speak of after the storm in January, it's still pretty green, especially in the shade. Because it's so lovely out there, here is a picture I took the other day that is pretty. I like pretty things.


         Another thing that was keeping me pretty busy until a week ago was the annual trainings and actual trip our church's high school group does down to Tijuana. It's not a missions trip, as we aren't planting churches or anything, but it's a short term ministry trip for the purpose of helping already established churches and other members of the Body of Christ in whatever ways we can. I did a pretty extensive post on last year's trip so I won't go into that much detail of ever little thing we did, but I do have some things to share with y'all.
        For almost two months, every Sunday was spent almost entirely at church (or going to and from). We would leave at eight in the morning, not get back until after one, and then go for another four hours in the evening. Since I was on the construction team, we were trained in basic roofing, plumbing, and electrical, as well as how to use various power tools and such. We do so much at home that it wasn't much new stuff, but enough to still be interesting. We also had an hour and a half each week to go over our devotions for the week and pray for each other. I didn't say much, because, well, me, but it was great time.
        The actual trip was great too. I'm not a huge fan of the eleven hour bus rides - nobody is - but I love being down in Mexico. The people are really wonderful, so nice and friendly, and they're not completely obsessed with looking perfect and impressing everyone! It makes me wish I could speak Spanish and talk to them, but I suppose it is my own fault that I can't. Construction was much better than piddling around feeling useless at the church like I did last year. We did a retaining wall out of cinder blocks, rebar, and mortar, and also some plumbing and a bunch of little odd jobs around the place where we were staying. Some of the guys did two roofs at a hospital, and we also did some framing and electrical there. The hospital was one of my favorite places. By saying 'hospital', I'm probably giving you a very wrong picture. This place is a rundown group of buildings where they take men in off the streets to extend their lives and give them the gospel. Most of the men don't have legs, or they have some other terminal condition and were abandoned. It's a place full of pain. Conditions are bad - the roofs are made out of old garage doors that are now rotten. There is dirt everywhere, and everything is filthy. But there are people reading Bibles, and talking about Jesus! It's better than you see here! I loved just getting to go and help in little ways, just making sure their roof will stay up for another year or so until the Lord provides something else.


        I got back a week ago and have spent all my time catching up on the school that I missed. I meant to get this blog post up before I left, but, as you can see, that didn't happen. I've also been trying to plan an Age Of Ultron viewing with some friends since it comes out on my birthday and that's special. I AM SO FLIPPIN' EXCITED! I haven't said much about my Marvel obsession on my blog, but if you follow my Pinterest I'm sure it's no surprise. :) I really should do a post on that... I'll have an Age Of Ultron review for sure, but I've been wanting to do a bunch of mini-reviews for Captain America 1 and 2, Thor 1 and 2, and Avengers. Because they are SO GOOD.
        I've been knitting a little bit, but not a ton. Mostly shop samples and a couple of shawls and scarves for myself and friends.

Made for a friend a while ago.


This one doesn't look very good in the picture - it was stunning in real life!

Double Leaf Saroyan scarf




Cuddly gray shawl still in progress (organic cotton and wool!)

        I have also recently started another (very part-time) job, cleaning the yarn store every other week. When the owner asked me to do it I said yes right away, because I'd much rather work for her than anyone else, and it gives me an excuse to come and pet all the yarn when no one else is there. :) Yes, I have a key to the shop. I feel extremely sophisticated.
        So leave some comments and let me know what y'all have been doing yourselves! I have a tag post in drafts, so I'll try to finish that soon. I know I need to post more, but life has been preventing me. You hear that, life? Stop it!

Blessings,
Reyna

Monday, January 19, 2015

Little Miss Fashion Model

        Wynnie is a gorgeous goat - there's no doubt about that. But I think all the compliments have gone to her head!


         I swear she's posing. One does not simply look this gorgeous without trying.


         Oh, and did I mention she preens her 'feathers'? *sigh* Goats are so vain.


        Wynnie, do you need me to tell you one more time how pretty you are?

Blessings,
Reyna

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Goatling Pictures

        Because there's no such thing as too many.



This is Wynnie, named finally!






Dain (my Moosie)




Frerin



        They love hanging out under the wheelbarrow here since I've been letting them out in the back more now. I've started milking Eponine a bit as well, since I'm hoping to sell the babies soon. Wynnie will be disbudded within a week or two, and the boys are polled so that's not necessary for them. Lilly, our neighbors' goat, also kidded last Friday. That's why you haven't seen any more pictures of my babies - I've been super busy! With Thanksgiving preparations, NaNoWriMo, and nine goats running around, I just haven't found a spare moment! Lilly did have a bit of trouble with the first baby, as it was in the wrong position, but everyone is now healthy and eating and growing like mad. If you live around the SF Bay Area and are interested in a Nigerian Dwarf goat pet, let me know LOL.
        Anyway, I'm off to bake pies and get my word count up! I'll have a post on Lilly's babies hopefully in the next week or so.

Blessings, 
Reyna

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

November Goatlings

         Yesterday evening, just before six o'clock, Eponine had her babies. When I had gotten home from school at eleven, I noticed that her sides were a bit sunken in around her tail, which I remember happened to Lilly before she had her babies. Lilly didn't end up kidding until over twelve hours later, though, so I figured it would be the same for Eponine. I wasn't especially looking forward to birthing baby goats at midnight, but there wasn't anything to be done about it. Then, around four-thirty, I noticed she was having mild contractions. Each time she had one she would go and stand with her front feet up on a brick, I assume to get the babies into position. 


        I checked on her every fifteen minutes or so, and nothing else seemed to be happening. Then, I went over to our neighbors' house to tell her my goat was in labor. Then, I heard Eponine call to me from our yard. It was just her normal talking, so I figured my mom had gone out and she was just saying hi. But, all the same, I went back to check on her to make sure everything was all right. 
        Well, it as all right, but she was lying down on the ground trying to push a baby out. As soon as she saw me she started hollering (like really hollering). After maybe thirty seconds of pushing, in which I hurriedly spread out a towel on the ground and got my stuff together, her first baby was born, a little brown boy with a white saddle. We got him dried off, and over by Eponine's head so she could lick him and dry him off. The sun was pretty much gone at this point so we were trying to make do with a lamp and a flashlight.


        You can never really tell how many babies there are, especially when the goat is lying down. But pretty soon she started to push again, and soon I could see one hoof, one nose, and a pink tongue. And she had another boy! This one was brown, and super fluffy once we got him dried off. 


        Originally, the plan had been for her to kid in the little shed in the goat yard. Obviously, that didn't happen, but we were running out of towels and the kids were getting into the dirt. Once everyone was relatively clean and dry, we moved the babies into the shed and the clean hay, and Eponine followed them over there. 


        She continued to lick them, and since we had a heat lamp in there we didn't have to worry about them getting too cold. She was a very good little Mama. Then, she put her front feet up on the doorframe of the shed, and started pushing again. It had been about ten minutes since she'd had the two boys, so I figured she was just trying to expel the afterbirth. So I just payed attention to the babies in the shed until all of a sudden, another baby fell right out onto the ground!!! Thankfully, we had a bunch of green stuff growing right there so it wasn't dirt and sticks. My mom picked the baby up while I frantically searched for a clean towel. Eponine, that's not how you're supposed to do it! I said to her. We got the little one cleaned off and breathing, and then put her under the heat lamp so Eponine would lick her. She was really lethargic at first, but perked up in no time at all. And no, I don't have any pictures of when she was just born. Ain't nobody got time for that.


         We didn't have any more surprises after that, thankfully. Eponine is such a good girl and took care of her babies wonderfully. They all ate some, and the fluffy brown one (who is a sight larger than the other two) even attempted some jumping. He is the most energetic of all.




         The two boys.


         My little girl.


        I didn't decide on names last night because it really was hard to see well. Temporarily, though, I had to have something to call them. This one is Moose because, well, he looks like one. He's the biggest and strongest.



        The little boy is my Bull Calf. Again, because he just looks like one.




        And my little girl is Little Girl.




        Sorry for the overload of fluffy goatling pictures, but I took more this morning.




         Moose is now named Dain, although he'll always be my moosie.I decided to name the boys after Dwarves because of their father who I named Thorin.


        The Bull Calf is Frerin. He has little goblin ears - it's so cute! They must have been bent when he was growing or something.


        My little girl still doesn't have a name - I want to make sure it's perfect for her. Yes, I will be selling all of these babies, but the names still have to be perfect.


        The little girl will have horns, but I'm pretty sure both of the boys are polled.


        I'm so thankful kidding went well and that everyone is healthy! Oh, and prepare to be overloaded with baby goat pictures!

Blessings,
Reyna