Kids!

THANKS TO ERINN for uploading these pictures to the blog for me!

In the last few days I've been:
peed on
pooped on
stepped on
sat upon
birthed upon
fallen on
squirted on
spit on
drooled on
...and hay, poop and dirt stuck to every single wet patch on me. And not only that, but some of that hay is sharp!! It hurts, darnit.

Mooky took one look at me and said "Please don't tell me any gross details, Mama." LOL Who, me? Gross details? Surely not.

On Wednesday Sprite kidded with a single buck kid. And right before that happened I took a picture of Mattie with a round thing on her head and then lost my camera.

Yesterday, after a LONG hard labor which failed to progress... and... lots of gory details... and calls to Teresa and the Vet and Teresa calling her friend John... Maggie had triplets. (That was the extremely short version, BTW.)

Maggie's girl.

Just a few of the supplies I had in the barn during the "Great Save".
Maggie very nearly died and one of the kids too...

OK, my time is up. I've got to get some sleep.

Another Liberty Story

It was a lovely day on Four Mile Farm. The wind was blowing hard. The air was dry. (Of course.) It hadn't rained in years.

The roosters were terrorizing the hens... and the hens were actually spending all the daylight hours finding dark places to hide, which means they weren't eating much or laying much...

That morning when I went out to milk I found a lot of fresh blood spots on the steps. It turns out that when 5 or 10 roosters are fighting over one hen, they can actually do a lot of damage. The poor hen was all torn up. So, I locked her in the milkroom and put some of my MAGIC MIXTURE on her back. Then I went in the barn and got poor Little Red Hen who was in the darkest corner she could find, behind a ladder, and put her in the milkroom as well, for company.

Since I had failed to lock up all the roosters the night before, when it would have been easy to catch them, Mooky offered to shoot them with the .22 for me. Unfortunately, the shooting scared Liberty into the next county. We got a call from a neighbor who said there was a white dog hanging out with his goats.

I abandoned my rooster butchering project and went with Kris to get her. We weren't sure if she'd even let us catch her or not, but she looked happy to see us. She walked right up and we lifted her into the back of the truck where I sat with her for the ride home. And ever since then she has been a DIFFERENT DOG. No kidding! It's like she's thankful we rescued her or something. She has been so sweet and loving, and letting us pet her all over! Before, the most she would usually allow was a little pat or two on the head before she moved away.