Saturday, March 31, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
at 10:09 PM
All in all there's a touch of vacation memories (Costa Rica), a touch of J's farm (a funny hunting pic from '04), a touch of KCMO (Royals, Chiefs & Comets memorabilia and 1 pic of The K), and the obligatory rugby all. And of course there are diplomas ans such behind me out of my view.
at 9:04 PM
Saturday, March 17, 2007
We opened up the gate to the garden pasture. The grass is up in some places and the blackberry leaves are starting to open up. The little white edible weed flowers are open too, as are the violets. London, the new calf, loved the open space and bucked around.
at 10:11 AM
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
I screwed up last night by forgetting to lock the gate to the hay loft in the barn. In the past the gate would stay shut by virtue of the sag in the gate. However, the other night we fixed it allowing it to swing freely.
This morning we woke up to see the goats munching on the alfalfa while Sweet Pea had a crate of 50 lbs of rolled corn dragged out into the barn. I sprinted out there to find all the grain gone. This is a potentially deadly situation because of the risk of foamy bloat, overeating disease and acidocis.
After getting some advice from the vet and the neighbors, I ran to town to by some Pepto Bismal. Its antacid can prevent the harmful acid that leads to acidosis. While in line with 6 bottles of extra-strength, the clerk smartly remarked, "You must have some stomach ache!"
I got home and put the new squeeze chute to work. I tied the cow to the post and squeezed her between two gates. I then used an old ratted lead rope to tie the open goat to the locked gate. I finshed the squeeze chute by lodging an old pick axe through the gates behind her shank.
About then David and Faith arrived to help get two quarts of the pink stuff into Sweet Pea. I received a tip earlier about using a long-neck wine bottle to deliver the antacid so I had an empty bottle of Life Force Mead in hand. I forced the bottle into her mouth while Faith rubbed her throat to encourage her to swallow. Two doses of that later, and I released one frustrated cow.
Following that, Faith and I wrestled six goats to give them 60 ML a piece of the pink stuff.
Six hours later everyone is still alive, although tomorrow I shall put on a lock that latches automatically and a spring that closes it.
at 4:40 PM