Thumper

No, Thumper is not the name of the cow/steer.  Thumper, as in “If you can’t say sumpthin nice, don’t say annythin”.  The messy garden is a garden no more – and I am NOT happy about it.  Anybody want to buy 8 cows?  I would sell them really cheap right now!  Think I’ll stop there!

On the up side, I do so enjoy the goats!

I tried to figure out a way to blog about “friendly season” here at the farm and make it PG rated.  I will say these few things:

Justice is my Boer buck.  He is getting to be a handful for me when there aren’t does in season all around him.  He is pretty tough to deal with when “love is in the air”!  

Of the two breeds, generally I prefer the Boers – except that Liberty is much easier to handle as a buck because he’s smaller.  Liking those mini-Lamanchas much better lately!  (I really need a better photo of Liberty)

Our two bucks are so sweet, and my sister’s two bucks are equally as sweet.

We have traded around to allow the right buck to hopefully get to the right doe.  Experience raising 6 teenagers has somewhat prepared me for the challenges within that task!

Bucks think peeing everywhere is sexy – I do NOT!

If I had a photo of my peed-on boots and pants, it would not fully convey the level of yuck!

One must be careful in wording the questions asked of Google when attempting to “learn more” about the process of obtaining baby goats the natural way.

There is an embarrassing level of humor that cannot adequately be shared here that has been involved with learning this particular set of farming skills.

Maybe in a few months we will have babies, maybe not – we shall see.

The girls were all happy to be back together in their familiar herd and AWAY from the boys.    It was nice to see them being the happy little, cute, weed-eaters I had intended them to be.

Learning how to have electric fence AND reasonably quick walk-through gates.   Whatever work is necessary to get those confounded cows out of my hair for a while!

My total goal is to NEVER get shocked by the electric fence.  We already know that my Grandma Thompson always said:  “Never say Never”.  But, so far – unscathed.  Working to keep it that way.

It may look a bit funny, but lots of thought went into how to make it more likely that I would open that gate to EVER let those cows back on this side of the fence.  At least this way, I MIGHT eventually do it.

Don’t hold your breath, though!    Steak, it’s what’s for dinner!