Bone head shit!

 

  Sometimes in ones life we do embarrassing things that are incredibly stupid and can cause great harm. Now I have two of these moments that I look back at and wonder how I survived.  

    One when I was 35.  I had a small bungalow home in town and it had an attic that you could get to on a steep stairway. Both hands on the wall/hand rail was a must. It had no rail around the floor opening, it just ascended up through the floor.. Now it was the only place that could accommodate my king size mattress. I finished it and made it my bedroom. Now to the bone head thing......  I was changing all the sheets covers blankets and mattress cover. Not wanting to carry them down the steep stairs I just through them over the opening of the the stairs.  After the total cleaning of the room I went to the edge of the stairs opening and looked down.  The pile of bedding running down the stairs looked so soft and like a big cloud. No thought to it, it happened in a split second. I jumped. The pain involved was  indescribable. My sister who felt the house shake ran into the room where I was twisted into a pretzel, yelling what happened. "I fell!" I spent a very long year covering up my back pain and how it happened.

    Now fast forward to yesterday. I'm mowing along the road and side of the ditch. I came up on a soda can right in front of me.  If I get off the seat of the mower it will automatically shut off.  In my lazy state I decide I can maneuver the mower between the can and ditch.  To say wrong move is an under statement. As I ran that damn thing in the ditch. The ditch is big and the tractor was sitting on its head lights.  The hood flung open and I went over the stirring wheel. My legs kept me from going totally off the tractor. The ditch was dry and the weeds and little sapling grow wild in the ditch. The tractor was almost totally out of sight of the road and as I crawled out thinking glad I did not kill myself and no one saw me. I stood on the top of the ditch and look down and there was that damn can still in the same place. I hiked back to the house and got my car put a 10 ft post in it and the tow strap. I waited for the ferry traffic go and I went out to the spot of my second bone head move. I put the car across both lanes and opened the back doors and hatch. When the post is run through the open back doors it acts like a tow bar. I ran the strap around the axel of the tractor and then ran it around the post through the back hatch. Hoping to get this out before the next run of ferry traffic started. I didn't make it before my neighbor came walking her dog. The embarrassment started and then here comes my friend in here gator. Holly shit batman I am so busted now and have to explain how I ran the tractor into the ditch. When the laughter stopped I was able to have my friend pull it out with her gator.  We only had three cars stopped while we got the tractor up right and out of the ditch. It started right up and I drove home. I am so lucky I only have a small bruise on my belly and arm. Why I am not in the hospital is a miracle. I went back later and got the car and the damn can.

We have babies!!!

    

 With Covid and my own health issues I lost 4 goats last year.  This did not happen all at once but over 6 months. I had decided I was not going to get anymore goats as the pain of loosing them was overwhelming.  They are pretty hardy but once you notice them off by any way shape or form you have a very small window of time to save the.. Goats being prey animals do not show signs of illness until the last minute, weakness will get them killed in the wild so they hide it well. One minute they seem fine and the next they down and when they go down it is really hard to save them.

    I am so new to goats and our vets in town are not able to treat goats as I learned the hard way.  So I had to become a Google Vet. In the middle of a crises you just can't start googling symptoms and hope you have meds or things to help you through to a good outcome. Now add to this I had my hip replaced so a week in hospital and house confinement till I could walk without a walker was another 2 months, Rehab and you get the problem. I had a neighbor coming down to feed, water and put them up at night 3 times a day but she did not know the subtle things that let you know there was something wrong. 

    Now its summer and I just have two goats and they hang around and it seems like they are board. I was missing the whole goat mischief and the horse was not playing it just was not the same.  A friend had to remind me that farm life means you have live stock and dead stock it is just part of the farm life. I was seeing all the baby goats on social media and it tugged at me. I caved and decided to get a goat.  

    I love the babies but to have them born here is scary because I do not have what it takes to snap on the latex and go in after a breach baby goat. That is the one thing I can not take a chance on happening to me.  I also did not have hundreds of dollars to spend on a goat and searching for a cheap goat is chancy.  Location is also important, Island life is great but it does have its draw backs. So just watching social media and waiting is what you have to do.  

    Then the end of May I seen the post of a farmer down sizing his herd and he live 75 miles from  me.  I contacted him and he sent pics and I fell for a 3 month old black and white doe. I took the next Sat. and drove down to get the goat.  On the way down I was thinking this baby was going to be with two old fuddy duddy goats and wasn't sure if she would liven them up or they would put her to sleep.  I got there and the farmer was trying to catch her and she was staying very close to her Mom making it difficult to separate them. Broke my heart so I told the farmer I would take Mom also.  As they were being caught and put in the kennels for their ride back I seen this little taupe colored goat with the most amazing ice blue eyes and horns. I love the horns and their blue eyes are to die for. As I am making a fuse over this goat the farmer  says she is also going to be cut. I caved and said put her in too.  Now I am on my way home with 3 goats instead of one.  They did make the other 2 goats more active and a the horse was coming back to his playful self.  

    Three weeks go by and a couple of the kids came for a visit.  We love the big ships so we spent a couple hours watching ships, went into town to mess around and was gone for half the day.  The girls wanted to see the sun set so I told them I needed to get home and  put the animals up and we could run back down to watch the sun set.  We hurried home and the girls fed chickens and I rounded up the goats.  I was standing in the middle of the barn yard and realized I was missing a goat. It took a few seconds to figure out who was missing.  Miss Blue eyes was missing.  I started scanning the area looking for her.  I found her under the big pine trees in the pasture just standing there with two kittens.  As soon as that thought came in my head the reality of those are not kittens took over.  OMG! she had babies. My drama side kicked in and I started yelling for the girls to get out back.  I was in total disbelief because I did not know she was even pregnant. All looked Ok one of the babies was almost dry and the other one was still wet. The dry one was a little bigger than the wet one and was nursing. I did not see the wet one nurse yet and knew that it is so import for the new born to get moms colostrum. I was not prepared for this so I went off to get a place in the barn for Mom and babies.  I kicked Elliott out of his stall and put fresh bedding down and got clean water and hay for Mom.  I sent the girls down to see the sun set as it was getting late and I watch to see if the little goat nursed.  I tried to get the baby to nurse but I was not having luck. The girls came back and I yelled get me a YouTube video on how to milk a goat. The three of us stood in the barn watching a video on how to milk a goat and then tried our luck on Mamma goat. I had one of the girls hold the goat and I tried to get milk from Mamma.  My daughter does not like horns so she said Mom let me try and you hold the goat. We did manage to get some milk and then used an eye dropper to get it in the baby. That night I did not sleep because every hour I was in the barn checking on the babies.  The next morning I seen the smaller baby was nursing on his own.  I did relax knowing that they where eating and Mom was taking care of them because Mom was only 10 months old herself according to the farmer. 

    I have become very vigilant with the goats so I don't loose anymore.  The babies grew up to be cutest little blue eyed horned buckling's.   One is dark chocolate brown and one is Black both have ice blue eyes and horns. They have added so much fun to the herd and the farm. As the islanders learned of the baby goats the farm became very busy last summer with visitors to see the babies. 

    I went to get one goat came back with three ended up with 5. Now my little herd of 7 fills my days with mischief and fun.

Tattling, Good or Bad

 Now the goats are great at tattling on Elliott. Hell they even tattle on each other.  I am getting better at how they do this.  It is in a goats language and I don't always know what they are saying so I am learning those subtle clues they use to let me know something or someone is not right. 

 I have my routine down at night to put the animals up, without it there is total chaos. This chaos cause me such anxiety so I really try to keep the routine ritual. I have occasionally not been able to follow my routine for one reason or another.  Last night being one of those times.  I did not divert very much from the routine but it doesn't take much.  

 Chickens have three locations to roost at night and they have there special place and go there every night.  Leaving me with the simple task of counting them and locking the doors.  The problem is the barn. I have 11 birds that roost in the rafters in the barn. I can't lock them out of the barn or they will drive me nuts till I let them in there. So I put the horse in the back side of the barn with his hay, grain and water and shut the gate inside the barn and he is in for the night. I feed the chickens and feed the goats. I do this about an hour before dark. Go inside and fix dinner and watch a little TV while I wait for the chickens to go to bed.  Goats just hang around the front of the barn waiting for me to shut the doors.  

 Last night I did all of the above but spent longer engrossed in TV.  When I realized how dark it was getting I took off to lock up.  This time the goats are all out in the barn yard. All looking at the road. I shooed them back in the barn but that was like a game of Whack-a-mole. I would get a couple in and go back for more and the others would come out. This was not normal for them I can herd them in all at once with out problems so I am confused as to what the hell is going on.  The one thing I noticed was that they kept looking up at the road. I glanced a couple of time up that way and did not see anything. One of the does Stella was really not going in that barn and her attention was focused at that road. I finally stopped and took a good look. It was getting quite dark so took a minute to adjust my eyes and see the dark shadow trotting down the road and turning into my drive. What the hell it was Elliott out running the roads for how long I didn't know. The gate between the stalls is his main thing to do every night. He is always testing it to see if he can get it open. He was lucky last night and so was I.  The snow is still deep in the woods and along the road. So his little stroll keeps him in the road and easier to find. I thanked Stella and put them all in and shut the door.

Burt and Ernie. Island travelers

     The new boys have arrived and life is starting to adjust for them and us.  I was a little concerned about letting them out of the pasture to free range with the other goats because I did not know if they would come back.  They did not care to bond with the others as they had each other.  Little Levi was alone when he came and bonded quickly with the others and followed their lead.  The boys on the other hand did not bond quickly. They seemed to do their own thing and stayed out of the others way.

     When I arrived home the first day I put them into the pasture, we just put the kennel they were in into the pasture and opened the door.  When it was time to go into the barns for the night I was at a loss as to how I could get this done. The barn they were going to sleep in was not connected to the pasture so how would I get them into that barn. They wanted nothing to do with me the stranger that just took them away from their mom and the only home they knew.  My daughter helped me trick them into us capturing them and bodily carrying them across the yard to their barn.  Wow! That was a pain and just about killed me.

      Next morning I had to trap them and carry them back to pasture.  Now I am not a dummy and neither are they. Getting close to them again will be totally impossible. That was truly a one time deal.   I have to admit I did try but realized what a waste of time it was.  So my thought was to leave them out over the night and try to come up with a new plan.  I would leave Elliott out too so he could be the bigger animal presence in the pasture to keep the predator critters away.  

      I try to be the confident person of logic but am the worry wart that does not sleep knowing they are out. The predator critters that roam here are only kept away buy locked doors at night. So around 2 AM I'm out trying to see if they are Ok. I have no flash light just the moonlight, just stumbling around in the dark. I could not see them and Elliott was not visible either.  I moved along the wall of the barn till I came to Elliotts doggy door and stuck my head in.  All I could see was the big wet nose of Elliott. I went back out and roamed the pasture looking to see the boys.  I realize that I needed a flashlight to find them. I was walking by Elliotts door and seen the boys heads sticking out of it and Elliott stand outside looking at me. They had gone into Elliotts stall with him.  I felt better and headed back to bed.  I had to leave the door open as they all came out to see what I was up to.  About 5 or so I was up and worried about the new boys and Elliott.  I grabbed a flashlight and went to the barn. This time I went straight to the Elliotts doggy door and shined the light in and all three were sleeping.  Now the boys sleep with him with no problems. 

      The boys did not want anything to do with me so getting close was not happening.  I tried all my tricks in my dog rescue knowledge book I had.  It does not work so I have to start a new farm critter book of tricks.  I just ignore them and put food out for them.  Letting them out in the morning was easy just open Elliotts door.  Then at night I had to tease with some sweet feed and put it in the barn as they watched on.   After I left they headed into the barn to get the feed then I could shut and lock the door. A few weeks of this and they would come when the others where getting treats and after a while they would come when they heard me out in the pasture.  I was aloud to touch them after a few weeks and felt like thing where progressing and wanted to see how they would do if I let them out. 

     I feel so bad they are cooped up in the pasture when all the others are out freerange foraging.  I wanted them to be out there eating all the leaves and weeds they could gobble.  I finally let them out and I stayed close to them. They headed right for the woods.  My worry was if they get in there and get lost I can not go find them.  I do not wonder into the deep woods, I did one time and had an anxiety attack and once is enough.  If they get lost in them they are on their own.  So as soon as they went in I was right after them to get them out.  They left went around the side of the house and went back in.  Hell I was now regretting my decision to let them out.   

     They will call each other when they are not insight of one another. It can get really noisy and it sounds like they are screaming MA.  So I like to call them the same way. I stand at the back door and yell MA to see if they will come to the gate of the pasture. Most of the time they yell back at me MA. I am sure the neighbors can hear us on the Southern end of the island.  

     Now I am walking the the perimeter of my property and the woods yelling MA to no avail.  I spent the next hour scared that I would not see my new boys again.  I started to walk and call MA again when off in the distance I could faintly hear MA. I listened again and it was so faint I thought about how far away they must be that I could barely hear them. So thinking they could be lost I just kept yelling MA so they could follow my voice.  They finally popped out of the woods and I was so relieved it took me another week before I let them out again.  

     As time has goes bye I started letting them go out with all the rest of the goats.  Soon the herd comes back and they are not with them.  I ask the others, where is Burt and Ernie none of them speak up so I am left yelling MA again.  They show up after a while just like they know just where they are and how to get back home.  They are bonding slowly to the others and me.  I can even touch them and occasionally get to pet them.

Tattletails

 

It has been a couple of days trying to figure out why the gate in the barn is open.  I spent some time thinking it was my tired old mind to only learn it was the horse learned how to open it.  Now that I know I am not totally insane and losing it, I have been trying to figure out how to keep him inside his side of the barn.

I am not a lock down like Fort Knox kind of place. If I have to fool with something to much it most likely will get forgotten to be done. Maybe it is that part of me that hates to add to any thing to a job and want all things done with as little effort as possible, only want to do stuff ONE time, one time only.  Just one of the quirky personality things that has gotten out of  control as I have aged.  I try to set routines to everything so I get it all done without forgetting.  Take me off task for just a split second and I forget everything.   Hell thinking to far in advance and I miss so much. I try not to think of things even the next thing to do as it screws me up.

Now those Damn animals have caught on to this problem of mine and are using it against me. Elliott knows if I am in the pasture I may forget to lock a gate and off he goes to check all the gates to see if he can get out. The fact that he has learned how to open the latch on the gate in the barn has created another problem of how to add something to the gate to keep him from opening it. I am tying a rope around the gate and post. It was good for a couple days till he learned to grab the end and pull. No more tying a bow. It's cold and trying to tie a rope and then untying it is very difficult in gloves. Enough of my lazy excuses the damn horse knows.

The Nubian boys sleep on the same side of the barn as Elliott, their choice. A few of the older chickens and the other goats sleep in the front of the barn.  Nubian boys don't like change or separation it sends them screaming Maaaaaaaaa Maaaaaa ....  to the top of there lungs.

I locked all the critters up and went in to eat and settle down to the news.  I thought I could hear the boys but was not sure. Got caught up in the latest news  and did not go check.  At the end of the news I went to put dishes in the sink and then I can hear the blood curdling screams from the barn. My first thought is predator in the barn.  I ran to the back door to look out and see the big dark shape run past the end of the house.  I was stunned at first as the bears are hibernating now. Too big to be a bobcat or coyote.  The screaming is off the charts. I grabbed my shoes and ran out the door to see Elliott standing in the middle of the yard goats are out chicken off the roost and making the GAWD offelest noise as if they were being eaten alive. Now the fact that the barn is closed had me baffled. How the hell did they all get out?  It did not take long to see the gate open and Elliotts horsie door open. The Nubian boys standing in side the door screaming their heads off.  No predator just the horse gone walkabout in the dark and the boys yelling for me to come put him back in. 

I will be getting new hardware as the whole rope thing just is not working. 

Running of the Goats

     If you have never used mass transit then you may not understand how sometime life can get complicated.  I live on an island so my transit is a ferry to mainland.  It is a very short commute, it takes longer to load the ferry than it does to cross over the river.  Never the less missing the ferry means another 30 min. to cross.  Being retired is Ok for this problem unless it is an appointment you are trying to get to. 

     Now the goats are mostly a wonderful distraction from all the chaos in the world at the moment.  But sometimes, maybe more than I want to believe they are a pain in the ass.  I love them but when push comes to shove there is no shoving from me without a lot of work on my part.     There is a real love for the garage by the goats, as that is food storage.  The big 2 car detached garage is use to store the car, tractor, mowers, miscellaneous and the food.  Hay is not the big draw it is the grain.  Chicken food is a fav. and of course it will kill them to get into.  Sweet feed for the horse is another fav. Not as toxic but still if they eat enough, not good for them and can kill if they get to much. Damn goats eat like they are starving so they will eat 25 lbs or more if not stopped. 

     Getting the car or anything else out of the garage is a huge undertaking, when the overhead door opens they all race to get in the garage as I am trying to get out or in.  I have a foot and a half on either side of the car when I back in the garage which is not problem unless the goats are trying to squeeze between the car and the door way.  It sets off my sensors and all I hear is beeping and goats running  everywhere, add 50 + chickens and now you have chaos. Now getting out is a matter of prep.  Get into garage turn on car fasten seat belt and open the door.  The race is on.  I try to hug the right side of the garage and going slowly I open the driver door to narrow that space that they can squeak through on the left.  Now it never works.  I have tried to bump them with the door but they just duck and go under the damn thing.  So remote in hand, car in park, I have to chase them as they are running around the mower and a then a lap or two around the wheelbarrow. On a good day this is exasperating. Now I am having some knee, leg and back pain that I have to go to therapy for, making this jaunt around the garage miserable.  I'm cussing all the way.  I hope my neighbors can not hear this because no language is barred from the activity. This is not a quick activity and if I need to make that ferry for an appointment I need to start early. Some days speeding down the causeway and hoping they see me coming and hold for one more minute for me to make it, is cause for great stress.  It's a 50/50 crap shoot if you make it on that ferry or not.

     Getting the car back in is just as nerve racking and tiring but now you add a lap or two around the car as I am trying to chase them back out. They do not go together they split up and go in different directions hoping one will score and the others can get in on the spoils of war. This game of catch me if you can is not for the weak of heart.  As I get one out, then go after the other 3, the first one come back in. I can literally chase them till the old leg gives out on me. No way to get them to all go out at the same time. I am taking this personally as a direct attack on all my senses.  I thought the Damn Dogs and kids was bad. Huh! they can't hold a candle to the Damn Goats. 

     In two weeks 2 more goats arrive.... I keep telling myself that I just love them and can not wait till I have 6 goats.  I think it's too late to stop lying to myself.  I will have to learn to swear in a different language, maybe that will help. Really I was hoping for meds for this lunacy I have willingly got myself into.

     

  

 

Elliot a Horse rescue (Easter 2018

Being in the rescue world for so many years it just becomes part of you. It is so natural that I don't even have to think about what I am doing I just push on. I am stepping down from my rescues board as I prepare for the final chapter of my life, Retirement.  I have been searching and preparing for this time for a few years now. I have chosen to start a small homestead to keep me busy and allow me time to enjoy a different laid back life.
     By the time I found my retirement home on an island in the North bordering Canada I was dreaming of all I could do and how I would live.  I spent many nights a week reading and educating myself on homesteading and animal care.  I wanted to raise a few goats and chickens and needed to do lots of homework.  As time gets closer to my retirement in Oct. 2018, the home work turns into dreaming about all the choices of goats and chicken I could raise.  Who knew there were so many different kinds of goats and chickens to choose from.
    With all of the Internet searching I was doing, I came across different cows and horses that where also very different than I had ever seen before. One night I came across a Miniature Carousel Horse and it intrigued me so much I went on a new search for these amazing little guys.  I had no idea there were many kinds of small horses, So on a trip to Iceland I saw the Icelandic ponies and became smitten with them. When I returned home I found Face book pages with miniature horses and ask to join to learn more about them.
    The first night I was excepted into one of these pages I came across a few pictured of different horses and mules that appeared to be in an on line auction. I scrolled down and found a miniature horse and the caption was "If this little guy was any smaller he would fit in your pocket". Well that caught my eye and I started to read more, then moved down to the comments. The first thing I read is "some one needs to help this little guy". Wow! what the hell is this.  The comments just kept going with help this guy, who can transport, where is he, wish I lived closer, and so on. These are the comments that smack of a rescue, but I have no idea what this is I thought auction????  I searched the page that made the post and was shocked to find it was a kill pen, just one more place that made me loose my mind. I went back to the post in hopes to learn and understand the need for a kill pen.  I posted in the comments how does a person get these horses. That was the point that I fell off the edge of the rabbit whole, the point of no return.
     I learned that night March 27 that if these horses where not bailed out my March 29th they would be loaded up and taken to some place to be euthanizes and used for God only knows what.  I did not sleep well that night knowing the fate of these horses. The next day I found that I was being  tag by others on the post to contact the pen and get more details to bail a horses out.  I sent a message but did not hear back. I was tag late in the afternoon to see what I found out. I said I was not contacted. 15 min later I was contacted. Many folks were really wanting some one to bail out this mini. A few messages back and forth and the ball was in my court. I either said no, I can not help and the horse dies or I dig in and bail this guy out. I have no idea how to take care of a horse no matter what size.  Now I know I can learn but where could I keep it till Oct. It is after noon on the 28th and I have to pull a rabbit out of my hat quick.  Through a flood of "How and where" in less than 5 hrs. I had to make this happen. All my horse friends live in other states my friends close was not ringing any bells, when I remembered a post on the face page for the island I will move to. I saw a fellow islander shoeing a horse and thought they may have horses or know the folks that do.  My worry about asking folks I barley knew for help was a long shot but I had to try.  I believe that if it's meant to be it will happen and happen it did.  Turns out my fellow islander once raised minis and was happy to help me out and board Elliott till I make my final move this fall.   The kill pen held him for 24 hrs. and that gave me the time to prep van for horse transport of 700 miles. I drove to Kentucky met a man who had the horse in the bed of his truck, we loaded him in the back of the van and drove back home. At 4 AM getting the horse into my back yard so I could get a few hours sleep was a little more difficult than I thought.  Then it started to snow and I new I was never getting him on the porch out of the snow. My life with hairless dogs would not let me leave him in the yard with out something to keep him warm. You know Necessity is the Mother of all inventions, so I grabbed a hunk of fleece and tied it around him and went to bed. 5 hrs later when I woke up and looked out back, Elliott was munching on grass in his fleece blanket, I fell out he looked so funny. All I could think of, is what my neighbors are going to think seeing him out there. Now getting him back into the van was, well lets just say we could have won a nomination  for best comedy. We got him to the island safe and sound and we got home at 1:30 in the morning.
         My higher power truly takes care of me and watches over me as I jump into animal rescue.
        Thank you to Deb and Greg you are truly good people.