People were stopping us in the street, or in the store and asking about the meal we had referred to on Facebook. They were commenting on our garden and animals. Increasingly we heard people say they only logged into Facebook to hear about our antics. It seemed like the time to share a journal. These two old broads may not be as fit as we were 30 years ago, but we are smarter...... hopefully!
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Chaos in the barn this morning!
During the thunderstorm the goats had found themselves on the wrong side of the fence between the large and small pasture. With no access to the barn on that side, they must have rushed into the silo room at the back of the barn for shelter. An inch of rain caused the ground outside the silo to flood so they couldn't get back out again....wet feet cause goats to melt! All but Randy were small enough to get into the back of the barn, also locked up as we store feed there. The babies were small enough to worm their way into their creep pen and were quite happy to stay there!
When I walked in Randy was backing up and persistently butting the gate that refused him entry to the back of the barn; the babies were fast asleep in their creep pen, Hyacinth was screaming for he Morning Glory to get back to her and Daisy was yelling at everyone to get their act together and listen to her. No sooner had I opened the gate to let the babies out and the mothers into the east side of the barn, they all ran back into the chicken pen where we raise baby chicks.......chaos!
Finally, I got Daisy on a lead rope and led her out and she yelled and made everyone but Randy follow her. Randy will have to find his own way through the mud after being shown the way back to the big pasture by Jake. It seems wet feet are better than facing down a great sheepdog.
Anyone familiar with goats will have no difficulty imaging the scene.
The corral was so flooded I had to re-arrange the planks kept specifically out there to make a boardwalk for the goats. Splattered in mud, sweating and thirsty, I got back to the house and remembered why I had gone to the barn..... to collect some tools I needed at the house for a project. At least I was able to try out the boardwalk as I returned to the barn for the tools.
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I am not laughing AT you. But yes, I am laughing.
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