First Day of Spring

As we move from winter into spring today, the sky celebrates with us by dropping the first snowflakes of spring on the ground. The corgis are quite excited by this, as they love snow.

Bailey thinking deep thoughts as he watches the snowflakes

Yesterday was almost sixty degrees, much closer to our normal spring weather. The goat kids were quite excited to be outside and zoomed around, showing off for their moms. The mothers were rather unimpressed, having seen the antics of their kids before, and rather more interested in finding any greens that were sprouting. Below are some of my favorite pictures from yesterday's fun in the sun:

Springs for feet

Zooming around mom

Karate kid

How high can I jump?

And now for the adorable pictures:

Voltron - he's a sweetheart

Quinn and Graupel - snowstorm babies

Our angora girls

Mason Dixon Fair 2016

We have finished up our part of the Mason Dixon Fair this year, although the fair runs through this Saturday. There was no angora goat show this year (very sad news), so we took three of our boer-cross goats to show. Colleen and I each entered a jam. Colleen's jam placed first for her category, mine placed second. She was really excited about that (this was the first year she entered a jam).

For some reason, our goats were put in the "Sheep" tent, even though there was a "Goat" tent (as well as a "Cow" area and a "Swine" area). It was very strange. Having never been in the Sheep tent before, I cannot say if it was just this year, or if this happens all the time, but the sheep seem to enjoy escaping their pens. Then someone yells, "Sheep!" and all available bodies assemble to corner the sheep into an area where they can be caught and put back into their pen.  By the end of our three days there, the word "sheep!" seemed to be synonymous with a four-letter-word.

The cow area was behind us. I always find them interesting to watch. Many of these animals (not just the cows) are 4H and FFA projects, and you can tell the love and care that the owners put into their animals. Since we are there during all hours of the day, we see the morning, afternoon, evening, and late shifts. We get to watch the cleaning, bathing, fluffing, primping, and cuddling that occurs. The cows directly behind us (pictured below), were definitely quite tame. The lighter colored one was regularly used as a couch by her young owner, with her sprawling across the cow's back, and the two of them taking a quick nap together.

The very tame cows that were behind us for the week.

Is she picking her nose?

Below are pictures of Colleen showing the three different goats:

Colleen showing Gracie. I did tell her to smile before she went in the show ring. 

Colleen showing Luna Belle.

Colleen and Little Red.

If you have never had your goats in a fair situation, just know that they will want what the other animals are eating, no matter what it is. That's just how it is. In previous years, we have seen some interesting ways in which the goats try to go about sampling their neighbors food. Some of the sheep, like our goats, had constant hay access through hay nets and bags, while others were on a feeding schedule. The sheep diagonal to us were on a feeding schedule, and they were not happy with this arrangement; to the extent that they were eating hay that our goats had dropped on the ground by sticking their faces through the bars into our goat pen to get to it. Luna Belle (the red goat with horns) took offense to this and dealt with it in a very goat way: by head butting them. The sheep dealt with it very differently, however, and grabbed her horns in their mouth and pulled very hard. Luna Belle did not like that at all. She twisted until she was finally free, and then ran to the other corner of the pen, glaring angrily at the sheep. Unconcerned, the sheep continued eating the hay off the ground. This became too much for Luna Belle, who then had to head butt the sheep again, thus starting the whole cycle all over. At some point they either ran out of hay to eat or got tired of fighting each other, because it stopped.

Then we get to the end of our time there, and stall cleaning. It is impossible to clean a stall with three goats inside of it. The stalls next to us were empty, though, so we put the goats in there temporarily. I didn't realize that we had just put them directly across from the sheep that Luna Belle had been fighting with earlier, or that she still had a grudge against them. In very little time, she had managed to squeeze herself through the bars into their pen, and was tossing her head around in a blatant show of aggression. Enough to impress the sheep into submission. Once that was over, Luna Belle realized that there was nothing good to eat over there, so she settled for taking a drink from the water bucket, with one eye on the sheep, to make sure that they were watching. By that time I had managed to walk around the set of pens to get to the front of that one so I could open it. But Luna Belle was ready to leave then anyway. She had done what she had come to do.

Colleen and Gracie snuggling in the goat pen.

The Mill of Bel Air had a tent set up not too far from where we were. They had some free things that they were giving away.  Colleen made sure to go get one - she got a dog toy. Toby has already been enjoying it, especially when the center has peanut butter inside!

Toby enjoying his new toy.

I Could Have Been A Storm-Chaser

I could have been a storm chaser. I love watching storms come in. I will stay there until they are on top of me. And then some. Also, I am awesome with directions. I don't even own a GPS, and until this year I didn't even own a smartphone (and even that one doesn't have access to internet unless I'm at home, so I have to do maps old school, or use my actual sense of direction, which rocks). I don't even know how many times my daughter has said to me, "Mommy, do you know where we are?" and the answer is, "No, but I still know I can get where we are going." And I do.

A few weeks back I was driving home from work when I heard the emergency alert system come on the radio.  Thinking it was "only a test," I didn't pay it much attention, until I realized it wasn't only a test.  Apparently there was a massive storm system moving through the area with winds 60-70 mph and rain and hail and fun kinds of things.  Which normally wouldn't be too much of an issue.  Except that we'd had almost two weeks with no rain and had put our yearlings in a pen with no run-in.  So.  Rapid acceleration home.  Based on the track of the storm, I had about 30 minutes to get them in.  And of course, the goats never make things easy.  And neither does my husband.

I got home, and started moving goats around.  Because I couldn't simply just open some gates and have that be the end of it.  I had to play musical goat pastures, and move the angoras in order to move the yearlings, and then move the angoras back.  Yeah.  And the yearling's gate was tied with bailing twine. (WHY WHY WHY???!!!). Even though I bought all these nice goat-proof metal clips.  I HATE when things are tied with bailing twine.  Because I do NOT carry a knife on me at all times, because I CAN'T due to work reasons.  Of course there was no knife to be found in the barn.  I briefly considered using my teeth.  Then I thought about just using brute force.  Eventually I got the gate open.  And three of the four yearlings pranced through.  The fourth one, of course, got her head stuck in the fence.  And refused to be helped.  In order to get un-stuck she had to go backwards, and all her pals were in front of her.  Meanwhile, the stormclouds had started rolling in and it was getting kinda dark.  And dogs were barking and leaves were starting to spin. Ok, so to be honest, that is when I started yelling at the goat.  Eventually I got her out.  Meanwhile, her buddies had disappeared into the barn and were scattered around to see what trouble they could get into while unsupervised.  And this is when I started to question my own sanity in even having goats.  I think it took another 15 minutes, but eventually I got everyone where they were supposed to be.  They were not at all thankful, but wanted to know where their grain was. Of course they did. I fed everyone super quick, and then locked up and left them to their own devices.  Somehow I managed to get it all done and the storm was still not yet here.

So I took some pictures.  Let me also just take a minute to mention here that one of our neighbors was actually outside raking leaves while the storm was rolling in. Not bagging them or anything, simply raking them into a pile. I have no idea why. It was a little strange.

Clouds moving in.

More clouds.

Right after I finished taking pictures (I only went inside when the rain started coming down), there was a loud explosion in our front yard.  Like fireworks. And more dog barking, only this time it was coming from my dogs. I thought our transformer was blown, until I realized that we still had power.  Our internet was dead though.  My husband didn't believe me about the explosion.  He kept telling me that I must have been seeing and hearing things (riiiight).  Until he went to the barn the next day and saw our electric fence charger blown into little tiny pieces in the barn.  The one that we just paid to have re-built. But at least nothing caught fire, right?

Storm rolling in

The ungrateful goats

Mason Dixon Fair 2015

We survived another fair, although the weather was once again uncooperative.  This year we had lots and lots of rain, which led to some serious flooding in our animal pens, as well as super muddy conditions around the fairgrounds.  We had to move all our animals to one pen at one point because the other pen was so full of water.  They weren't particularly keen on that, but settled in better once there was lots of hay for everyone.

Monday was the breeding goat show.  Colleen's friend Alli came to help her show this year.  They both did well.  There was a hilarious moment, which I unfortunately did not capture on camera.  As the goats and handlers were lined up for the judge, Colleen and Alli were placed next to each other.  Copine, who was being showed by Alli, apparently felt that Colleen was giving too much attention to Butterscotch (her sister), and jumped up to put her front feet on Colleen's back in the middle of the show ring.

Alli (in blue) is showing Copine.  Colleen (in orange) is showing Butterscotch.

Butterscotch is not cooperating for Colleen.

The girls and goats are both paying attention to the judge.

The girls, goats, and their ribbons.

Butterscotch and Copine snuggling after their showing is finished.

Tuesday Colleen showed the angora goats; Alli again came to help.  This time the goats were pretty well behaved (Sassafrass sat down in the middle of the ring at one point, but it was really hot out).  However, while the show was going on, a pig escaped and was running around outside the ring.  Overall, the goats were relatively chill about it.

That pig in the background is NOT supposed to be there. Sassafrass is not too pleased about it and is trying to get away from it.

Colleen with Sassafrass; Alli with Nikki.

Alli with Nikki.

Colleen and Leah.

Sassafrass claiming the water bucket.

A few other interesting moments:

The cow barn was located behind our tent.  At one point, I turned around to see a cow helping herself to one of the water spigots.  I thought someone had left it on, and was commenting on it with someone.  One of the cow 4Hers walked by and told me that the cow had learned to turn the water on whenever she wanted a drink and help herself.  I did not realize cows could be that smart.  Here's a photo of the cow getting a drink:

Wednesday, the last night we were there, they held the tractor pulls; at least until the thunderstorms of mud and doom rolled in.  Colleen loves tractor pulls for some reason, so she and Chad went to watch them.  They tried to continue them once the rain started, and all the fans ran to the barns and tents to watch.  After awhile the mud got too bad and they had to stop.  Also, they eventually used some of the tractors to help pull cars and trucks out of the mud when they got stuck as people were trying to leave.

Chad and Colleen enjoying the tractor pulls while staying dry.

Goat Kids

Okay, so it's been a rough year so far, what with me being injured and all.  I have already had a trip to the urgent care center and the ER, and that all happened before spring even got here.  In January, I managed to slip on the ice getting out of my truck and sprain just about everything in my ankle and foot.  If you are going to do something, you might as well do a thorough job.  So that is still recovering (but no more crutches!  Although no one really expects you to do barn chores in crutches.  It does, however, mean that you can't really go out and play with the baby goats either).  And then there was the migraine that sent me to the ER a few weeks ago.  That took a little while to recover from.

So I have finally managed to get some pictures of the goat kids that were born at the end of January/early February.  Unfortunately we did not have any angora kids.  One of our angoras miscarried triplets early in the season, and another had a stillborn kid. We are sad about that.  But we do have a boeragora kid (Boer/Angora cross).  Missy, one of our Boer crosses, decided to get busy with Basil, the Angora buck.  My husband was not happy about the resulting kid, even if she is totally adorable.  He would report back to me daily on the progress of the goat kids, and jokingly tell me that there was a "llama" baby in the barn (the mixed goat kid).  So somehow she got stuck with the name "Princess Llama."

"Princess Lllama," our Boeragora.

We also have three other goat kids, also doelings:

Butterscotch, Copine, and Sierra.

One set of twins and a single.  Since there were three of them, we each got to name one.  You can tell they all have the same dad!

Here's my girl, Butterscotch, giving me a weird look:

My husband's goat, Sierra, has a peculiar habit of jumping on top of any adult goat willing to let her.  And then standing there for as long as she can.  Usually her mother is the only goat willing to put up with this (I will spare you the pictures of her falling off all the other goats, as those aren't as funny to look at as it is to watch).

This photo is not staged. And apparently none of the goats are impressed.

And finally, Colleen hanging out with Princess Llama:

Month in Review

It's been a little while since I've posted anything.  Which is not to say that we haven't been busy; anyone who harvests produce will understand that this is a busy time of year.  Also the concussion didn't help (one of my corgis thinks he is a ninja and thought it would be fun to practice on me).  I had all these ideas for posts, but instead this will have to be a mish-mash.

To make up for the strawberry harvest (which was abysmal with all the spring rain), we had a wonderful raspberry and blackberry crop this year.  Since raspberry/blackberry jam is my favorite jam, I really didn't mind so much.

Raspberry/blackberry jam

I also had a humbling experience.  With everything going on (health issues, dealing with all the produce coming in, keeping up with the goats, going to my day job, etc.) I can feel very overwhelmed sometimes.  Then people come along and do the completely unexpected.  I was working with my daughter and her 4H projects, and we were at one of the leader's houses finishing up a project and talking about things.  I happened to notice that they had one of the magnetic knife strips above their sink and asked about it (I have always thought they were really awesome and wanted to get one).  Next thing I know, one of their daughters goes into a closet and hands me one.  I had no words, but am very grateful and happy.

My new knife holder.  My husband says it looks intimidating, since it is now one of the first things you see when you come into our kitchen.

In that same week, friends of ours gave me another gift: a lovely goat bag, upcycled from a feed bag, with some dairy-free cookies in it (I made sure to hide those so that I actually got to eat them. They were tasty).  The bag has been used several times since.


My new grocery/stuff bag

 

It is wonderful to have people like this in my life.  One does not need to have lots of friends, at least I don't.  I would rather have a few friends that I know I can count on than lots of friends who are going to leave when things get bad.

Okay, moving on.  So, now that the weather seems to (finally!) be getting cooler, our pumpkins are coming in.  Everyone seems to think this is too early, but one cannot argue with produce.  Also, I love pumpkin anything, so I am not going to complain.  The plan was to have some pumpkin for eating now and some to freeze.  However, the first batch came in for labor day and we already ate all of it.  I'm not sure that anything will make it to the freezer from the remaining pumpkins.  I made a lovely pumpkin bar/cake thing and a pumpkin pie (that's right, we had pumpkin pie for labor day and it was awesome).  We are already discussing dedicating an entire (new) garden just to pumpkins next year.  And this is how we end up with so many gardens.


Pumpkin bars

And this morning we had an unexpected visitor.  We live in an area with a local hot air balloon company, and they frequently fly over our house.  It still surprises me every time, although it is just normal to my daughter.  They were flying over this morning.  Even the goats were stopping to look.

The hot air balloon flying over this morning

I tried to get a picture of the goats all looking at the hot air balloon, but of course they all turned to look at me instead. I must work on my sneaking skills.  I guess it would help if I didn't have a squeaky front porch door to contend with.

The goats, turning from the hot air balloon to look at me

Mason Dixon Fair 2014: The Storm

Tuesday night, while the goat shows were finishing up, a brief large storm system moved through the area.  Thunderstorms had been predicted for the day and evening (it's seems like the weathermen predict thunderstorms on a daily basis during the summer, just to be on the safe side).  People with smartphones who had been looking at the weather radars started warning those of us without smartphones that there was a system coming through.  It looked like a long hot dog, with yellows and reds.  They were predicting hail and winds up to 70 mph.

The storm starting to come in.  This picture does not do justice to the actual darkness of the sky.

Then the phone calls started coming in.  People close by who had already been hit were calling to warn us: this system was coming in fast and hard, with little warning.  A husband called his wife and told her not to come home, but to go to a friend's house; their roof had been damaged by hail.  Others were calling to warn us to make the tents and barns and animals secure NOW, because this thing was coming.  In the meantime, the shows were continuing, because the skies were still clear.

My in-laws had come to see Colleen show, and decided to head home based on the weather report.  My husband went to see them to their car.

Colleen was through with showing, so I started putting anything of ours that was loose and could blow around away (chairs, clothing, boots, etc.).  Suddenly the sky started darkening and the wind picked up.  Within 5 minutes, the wind was whipping the large tent around.  Then a pole must have snapped, because the tent started coming down on top of us.

The collapsed tent.

I told Colleen to run to the cow barn next to us (it was a solid built structure, not a large tent), while I helped make sure that everyone in the tent got out safely.  A few minutes later I made it over to the cow barn.  I could not find my child.  There may be a something worse than not knowing where your child is during a natural disaster, but I don't know what it is.  Those were the worst few moments of my life, and they were brief.  I started screaming her name, trying to find her.  The woman with me, who I had been working with, quickly put me at ease, telling me that she had seen Colleen earlier and told her daughter to take Colleen to their car.  She had recognized Colleen by her neon yellow shorts.  Because there were cows in the cow barn, and everyone was running into it, she was worried that the storm might spook the cows and cause injuries to people.  After a few minutes we ran out to their car, where Colleen and her daughter were both safe.  Colleen was a mess, worried about myself and Chad (we managed to reach Chad on his cell phone.  He was hiding out in the goat trailer).  I later reached his parents, who were also fine.  We watched the rest of the storm pass by in the safety of their car.

The collapsed tent from the outside.

As far as I know, there was only one person injured by the collapsing tent.  She is now recovering.  I am thankful that the damage was limited.  At our house, we only lost power for a few days.  From what I heard and saw, it could have been much worse.  Afterwards, there was a beautiful double rainbow.

Rainbow after the storm.  Colleen took this picture.

It was also interesting to see the reaction from the goats that we took to the fair.  Little Buddy, who had been quite happy at the fair getting attention from everyone, took the Chicken Little approach.  The next morning he had diarrhea and wouldn't eat.  Apparently he thought the world was going to end.  By the evening he was back to normal, trying to get everyone to pet him and wanting all the attention.  Charcoal, who wanted nothing to do with being at the fair and didn't eat much since we had gotten there, apparently figured that if that was the worst that was going to happen, now she's a survivor and she's going to live.  After that she certainly had an appetite.

Mason Dixon Fair 2014: Tuesday 7/8/14

Tuesday was very busy.  Colleen had shows basically back-to-back-to-back.  The Open Fiber Goat Show began at 4 pm with Showmanship.  Colleen won first in her age category since she was the only one in her age category.  She did not do so well once she was competing with the other first place Showmanship competitors.  Charcoal, her angora goat, was quite hot, and not used to being walked on a lead.

Colleen and Charcoal begin their walk around the ring for the judge.

Charcoal won first place in her class for fiber goats (Senior Doe Kid), since she was the only one.  She also won Champion Doe Colored Doe (she actually had some competition there).  Based on comments from the spectators, fairgoers, and even the judge, she was also deemed (unofficially) the "cutest" angora goat there.  I totally agree.

Colleen adjusting Charcoal's feet during the judging.

The Fiber Goat Show ran from 4pm until after 6pm, when the Meat Goat Show started, which Colleen was also participating in.  Luckily, they started with Showmanship, beginning with the older group and going to the youngest group.  This gave us enough time to finish the fiber show, run Charcoal back to her pen, and switch goats. 

Colleen during Showmanship with Squeaker.  Notice how she's not even looking at the judge?

Following showmanship, it was time for Colleen's last show, with Little Buddy.  At home, during the few times that she had worked with him, he had refused to walk anywhere, simply laying down.  I was wondering how this would play out in the show ring; whether his interest in other goats would keep him on his feet (he's a nosy little bugger), or whether he would just lay down and play dumb.  Apparently he was happy to stay on his feet, but didn't actually want to walk anywhere.

Colleen and Little Buddy having a battle of wills in the show ring.

I guess I should be happy that she has no interest in showing cows.