So Old Bob is nearly blind. We heard a bash in the barn a couple of weeks ago and saw Bob squaring off against two of my new pack goats. It was at that time we noticed Bob’s right eye was opaque and a little swollen. They have since been separated, but this last week shared a fenceline. And yesterday we noticed his left eye is the same, and he is having a very hard time seeing. I am treating him with antibiotics in case it is an intraocular eye infection like Oogie. But I think most likely he bashed the younger, larger, horned pack goats through the fence. Bob is old and should not be behaving like this. He was one of my first lambs that I kept and needs to act his age. I hope he gets better.
Then there’s Shorty. She is a very friendly (and hard to photograph) younger goat that is now naked. She was shedding her cashmere winter coat and had just a few lice but rubbed off both of her sides. She is acting fine, her best friend is fine, and it doesn’t have the characteristics of mites. So I treated her lice and she and Peewee are sharing a pen until she grows her hair back. It is still way to cold for her to be outside naked. There’s snow forecast here for tomorrow.
The hens are going crazy. They are laying about 2 dozen eggs per day, and they are not letting us have them without a fight. Today one of them pecked my head when I was peeking into another nest box, and one in a hay feeder jumped up and attacked me with her claws. This one was in another feeder when I accidentally threw hay on top of her. She just stayed put but her egg producing parts are hanging out in a precarious manner. So I nicely took the hay off her and reposition her only to get pecked again.
The eternal goat question is, of course, why do we have goats? We ask ourselves this question frequently when they cause all kind of trouble on the farm, unlike the other critters that cohabitate with us here. This time they managed to rub and push little holes into one of the welded wire fences and sneak through. Now, mind you, the grass was shorter in the field they are escaping into than the one they were leaving, but that did not stop them from twice sneaking through. So Tom and Thomas had to stop what they were planning on doing today to mend the fence. And Tom and I got to chase the goats back into the correct field twice. So, why do we have goats anyway?