State of the Homestead
It's been a while since we've done a state of the homestead report. It's generally pretty quiet during the winter months, but things have been hopping on the animal front.
Rabbits: Belle is gone. She escaped her habitat right before a hard freeze in early December. She was so tame I doubt she had the good sense to know when something was dangerous. If she was killed, all I can hope for is that it was quick. I still look for her when I roam the woods.
Blue has been lonesome so I'd been searching for a companion for two weeks. I wanted another blue New Zealand rabbit but the breeder who had originally sold me these guys had lost her doe too.
I opted for a white New Zealand while I wait for another blue to show up. I call her Ruby. She's quite sweet and seems to be acclimating well despite only being with us two days.
Blue is infatuated and clings to her side of the pen, giving her his best come-hither look, but she's not particularly impressed. She's far more interested in the sunflower seeds I bring to the party.
I'll give them some time to get to know each other before I attempt to breed them.
Goats: Heidi and Lucy are probably pregnant. I say that tentatively because they have not shown any signs of estrus and BBQ hasn't shown his amorous side since October. I'll know for sure in March.
I don't know a thing about pregnant goats so all this could be speculation on my part. The girls look heavier but I don't know when they'll start to really "show". Just to be on the safe side, I'll buy any medical supplies next month in case I need them.
Here's a picture of Lucy from a couple of weeks ago. What do you think? Pregnant or not?
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BBQ continues to be a thorn in my side. Whenever he sees me with food, he charges.
To be fair, it's all my fault.
When Greg goes into the pen, he postures aggressively and pretends to chase after BBQ if he so much as stamps his foot. In response, BBQ keeps a respectful distance from Greg.
But me, I'm his favorite ramming dummy.
As much as I hate to go through the ritual, I've taken a page from Greg's book and make a big fuss, waving my arms around, trying to make myself look bigger than I am. (I'm pathetically small and nonthreatening.)
The hoopla is helping, but it tacks another 15 minutes to my chores every time I go into their pen. I like being very hands-on and visiting often, so in essence he deprives me of spending time with the girls--who adore me (thank goodness).
BBQ injured me pretty badly in December. I could barely walk and was bedridden for almost two days. So now I do the Greg-bluff and we have detente. Every day is a standoff between us.
I'm torn whether to keep BBQ or not. On the one hand, he's a magnificent specimen and I'm sure he'll produce some beautiful babies. On the other hand, if he ever calls my bluff I'll be toast! ...make that jelly. I'm telling you, the Dallas Cowboys should sign this goat as a linebacker.
We'll see what March brings.
Chickens: We've thinned the flock a lot, but we may sell off all the Marans. Much as I like their gorgeous chocolate-colored eggs, they're not particularly good layers. My other girls have already started laying again, while the Marans eat heartily without earning their keep.
When Greg retires, we might raise some quail. They're tiny birds but as I learned from Shelley Munro's blog, ounce for ounce, their eggs have more iron than chicken eggs.
Da Dogs: I'm happy to report that Tank is maintaining. He's like a little grandfather just tottering along, but an interesting phenomenon has occurred.
Iko, sensing that Tank is no longer able to function as alpha has moved to the forefront. What makes it unusual is that Iko is NOT an alpha in any way. He's perfectly content to be a minion. I think when the time comes he may even let Nana be alpha when she's old enough. He's simply not interested in the job, but he seems to do it out of loyalty to Tank.
On days when Tank feels stronger, Iko just steps back and lets the old man take charge. When Tank is ill, Iko once again takes over for him.
Maggie too has sensed that Tank is stepping down and she's used that as her chance to move up as head dog. Unfortunately, Iko still sees her as an interloper and will not allow her to take over.
They've gotten into some horrible fights--all of them ending badly for Maggie. She just can't figure out why an old labrador is no match for a rottweiler in his prime. :eye roll:
Worse than that, Nana has decided to back Iko and hurls herself into any fight against Maggie.
Their last altercation may have settled the hierarchy issue though. Maggie has returned to her beta role and has stayed out of Iko's way.
Garden: It's time to start seedlings. I hope this will be a better year for my crops. I'm crossing my fingers that the freeze we had a few weeks ago killed the grasshopper eggs already in the ground. But if it didn't, I plan to be more prepared to fight back. 2013 was a pitiful garden year.
Husband: I'm getting one back in July. :Insert happy dance here:
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So whaddya think? Is BBQ worth the trouble or should I invite him to a feast in his honor?
Rabbits: Belle is gone. She escaped her habitat right before a hard freeze in early December. She was so tame I doubt she had the good sense to know when something was dangerous. If she was killed, all I can hope for is that it was quick. I still look for her when I roam the woods.
Blue has been lonesome so I'd been searching for a companion for two weeks. I wanted another blue New Zealand rabbit but the breeder who had originally sold me these guys had lost her doe too.
I opted for a white New Zealand while I wait for another blue to show up. I call her Ruby. She's quite sweet and seems to be acclimating well despite only being with us two days.
Blue is infatuated and clings to her side of the pen, giving her his best come-hither look, but she's not particularly impressed. She's far more interested in the sunflower seeds I bring to the party.
I'll give them some time to get to know each other before I attempt to breed them.
Goats: Heidi and Lucy are probably pregnant. I say that tentatively because they have not shown any signs of estrus and BBQ hasn't shown his amorous side since October. I'll know for sure in March.
I don't know a thing about pregnant goats so all this could be speculation on my part. The girls look heavier but I don't know when they'll start to really "show". Just to be on the safe side, I'll buy any medical supplies next month in case I need them.
Here's a picture of Lucy from a couple of weeks ago. What do you think? Pregnant or not?
***
BBQ continues to be a thorn in my side. Whenever he sees me with food, he charges.
To be fair, it's all my fault.
When Greg goes into the pen, he postures aggressively and pretends to chase after BBQ if he so much as stamps his foot. In response, BBQ keeps a respectful distance from Greg.
But me, I'm his favorite ramming dummy.
As much as I hate to go through the ritual, I've taken a page from Greg's book and make a big fuss, waving my arms around, trying to make myself look bigger than I am. (I'm pathetically small and nonthreatening.)
The hoopla is helping, but it tacks another 15 minutes to my chores every time I go into their pen. I like being very hands-on and visiting often, so in essence he deprives me of spending time with the girls--who adore me (thank goodness).
BBQ injured me pretty badly in December. I could barely walk and was bedridden for almost two days. So now I do the Greg-bluff and we have detente. Every day is a standoff between us.
I'm torn whether to keep BBQ or not. On the one hand, he's a magnificent specimen and I'm sure he'll produce some beautiful babies. On the other hand, if he ever calls my bluff I'll be toast! ...make that jelly. I'm telling you, the Dallas Cowboys should sign this goat as a linebacker.
We'll see what March brings.
Chickens: We've thinned the flock a lot, but we may sell off all the Marans. Much as I like their gorgeous chocolate-colored eggs, they're not particularly good layers. My other girls have already started laying again, while the Marans eat heartily without earning their keep.
When Greg retires, we might raise some quail. They're tiny birds but as I learned from Shelley Munro's blog, ounce for ounce, their eggs have more iron than chicken eggs.
Da Dogs: I'm happy to report that Tank is maintaining. He's like a little grandfather just tottering along, but an interesting phenomenon has occurred.
Iko, sensing that Tank is no longer able to function as alpha has moved to the forefront. What makes it unusual is that Iko is NOT an alpha in any way. He's perfectly content to be a minion. I think when the time comes he may even let Nana be alpha when she's old enough. He's simply not interested in the job, but he seems to do it out of loyalty to Tank.
On days when Tank feels stronger, Iko just steps back and lets the old man take charge. When Tank is ill, Iko once again takes over for him.
Maggie too has sensed that Tank is stepping down and she's used that as her chance to move up as head dog. Unfortunately, Iko still sees her as an interloper and will not allow her to take over.
They've gotten into some horrible fights--all of them ending badly for Maggie. She just can't figure out why an old labrador is no match for a rottweiler in his prime. :eye roll:
Worse than that, Nana has decided to back Iko and hurls herself into any fight against Maggie.
Their last altercation may have settled the hierarchy issue though. Maggie has returned to her beta role and has stayed out of Iko's way.
Garden: It's time to start seedlings. I hope this will be a better year for my crops. I'm crossing my fingers that the freeze we had a few weeks ago killed the grasshopper eggs already in the ground. But if it didn't, I plan to be more prepared to fight back. 2013 was a pitiful garden year.
Husband: I'm getting one back in July. :Insert happy dance here:
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So whaddya think? Is BBQ worth the trouble or should I invite him to a feast in his honor?
Comments
Fortunately, Maggie backs down quickly.
I'll definitely be glad when I have another pair of hands here.
The bad thing is he learns quickly. I have to change my bluffing tactics every 2-3 days before he realizes it's his old practice dummy.
Or bring in a chair like the lion tamers of old used to do.
I'm sure you'll find something that works. If not, maybe you can just have fun trying stuff! And if you look a little crazy doing it, maybe BBQ will WANT to avoid YOU! :)
Raising quail sounds interesting. A family neighbor raises peacocks. The pea hens go on little walk-abouts on the other properties, doing the strangest call as they walk in a line.
I would keep BBQ. There has to be a way to deal with him. Maybe when Gregg is back for good, he'll realize he's not the big man on campus anymore.
I hope Tank keeps holding in there.
This deprives the girls so I'm having to keep him occupied while they eat.
One other option I've considered is putting him in his own pen, only it's a lot of work and money.
There's a chance that if I hand raise a boy baby, he might stay gentle--or he might not. All that testosterone is what makes them so ornery.
This requires more skill to artificially inseminate them though and I'm not sure I'm up to it. But it's something I've considered.
Re: Tank
We just take it one day at a time and keep him as comfortable as we can. He has good days and bad days.
If it were me, i would spend the next two months working really hard with him, to see if i could break his bad habbits or train him so he expresses good ones. I'd give myself an end date, then re-evaluate at that time.
Because, yeah, if he wasn't such an asshole, you'd rather keep him, right?
Once they become 'men', they forget all about their mothers. :sigh:
On the goats - it's been about a decade since I was last around pregnant goats, but I think they don't start showing until closer to the end of the gestation period. They won't look fat, really, except maybe right when they're beginning to show. They will have a very defined bulge sticking out on both sides right behind their rib cages. Just punch 'pregnant goat' into Google image search and you'll see. How much they 'bulge' will depend on if there's more than one kid in there.
On the matter of BBQ... it's really going to be a question of how much you're willing to put up with. But if I had a goat that had essentially disabled me for two days, I'd be making a really tasty stew out of it.
Your dogs make me smile and chuckle. Good for Iko, standing up for the old alpha like that!
Can you keep him separate from the other goats so you don't have to deal with him when you go into the cage with the others?
One time, Taz bit her ear completely off and it cost us a whopping $700.00. From then on we had to keep them separated. Yep, 8 years of separation until Taz kicked the bucket (heart attack).
I'm that person who doesn't know someone's pregnant until they're having contractions so I won't even pretend to tell if that underbelly looks like it's holding a new life lol!!
And glad that you're getting hubby back. 2014 is going to be a rousing year for you all :-)
Re: Iko
He's always been devoted to Tank. Tank raised him from a baby. I think it'll be tough on him when his big brother goes.
BBQ definitely picked up that trait from his dad.
The friends I've had with goats seem to tell the same tale. The only docile buck is the one that's been neutered.
Compared to some people, BBQ is relatively tame. He usually doesn't bother me if I'm empty-handed.
I have several options open. One is to hand raise a male from his progeny. Another is to keep him separate--though that doesn't help me much with the actual problem of his bossiness.
It must've been a heck of a fight, but they finally settled their pecking order. After that, it was never an issue.
Still, it's hard to let them settle it.
You know I won't back down from any old goat even if I do look ridiculous.
Re: pregnant
I hear you. I've made it a rule never to assume someone is pregnant unless they tell me.
The lady goat looks a little thick around the middle to me. Maybe preggo? I don't know. But she looks good.
As for BBQ, no you can't kill him, but you do need to scare the daylights out of him. What about those New Years Eve noisemakers that clack. (You turn them side to side and they clack against some wood or something.) Or blow a new year's eve horn. Those are nasty too. or maybe put cow poop or some other nasty poop in the feed pail once or twice and that will get him off your back. If he thinks you're not bringing him food anymore, maybe he'll leave you alone.
Hope you feel better. Yay for July.
I'm glad to hear everything's doing well. We just got a diagnosis of diabetes for our oldest dog, Daisy, but she's adjusting well to the medicine. Polly, as the youngest, is adjusting to the frailty of her older sibling by asking to have her ears washed pretty much constantly.
Fortunately, there are lots of trolls online, and now I know that I can send them all to BBQ. He'll work off his aggro, and the trolls will learn an important life lesson :) (I really hope that Three Billy Goats Gruff is a well known tale over your way, or I sound insane)
I've got to keep changing my strategies every day. LOL. He keeps me busy.
Re: Polly
That's like Iko. He's very sensitive to how Tank feels. As his brother continues to weaken, Iko seems to need more petting. I suppose it reassures him.
Re: husband category
I've often considered making an entire blog about the stuff Greg does--but he probably wouldn't like it. ;-)
It definitely fits. If only I could use him for that. At least he'd be useful.
I'm no help with BBQ but I don't think I'd put up with him after him injuring you that badly. A separate pen is probably the way to go if you don't stick him on the barbie. Can't say I've ever eat goat. You'll have to report back.
Glad to hear Tank is holding his own. You description sounds so like the wee beasties vying for "alpha" status I had to laugh.
I'm on the fence about a spring garden. I'm hoping to move sooner rather than later and I'd hate to leave the fruits of my labor behind.
Have fun with the hubby ;)
I wouldn't want to break my back planting veggies and have someone else eat them either. LOL.
We have a tense relationship but as long as he thinks I might be a 'menace', we manage.
Sorry to hear about your rabbit. I'm so glad we don't have the predators you do over there. I think that every time i read your posts.
I look forward to some quail stories. As I said previously we have wild quail that we see while we're walking Bella.
(Sorry if that sounds coarse, but living on a farm does that to me. ;-))
We would've gotten them there and then but I have enough on my hands right now.
As the girls get closer to delivering, I'm keeping his hard head in a small pen. I don't want him bothering the does. They have enough on their minds.
Congrats on getting your hubby back! Lots of new/old things in store - best of luck!
Perhaps you should smack BBQ just once across the head with a strong stick, then carry the stick with you and see if he gets the message.
Keep us posted on sweet Tank.
Re: Tank
Tanky send his love. :)