Trying to figure out how to blog from my iPhone!

Happy Summer Solstice!

It's been hard to go to sleep.

Mr. T

Rose kidded on May 31st. She was six years old, and had never been freshened before. This little guy was the only survivor of triplets.
Rose had seemed like she was going into labor on the night of the 30th. She lost her 'plug', and was very vocal. She was quiet most of the night. The next morning, she was having pushing contractions, but no water sack was appearing. So we called the vet out, and the she ended up inducing Rose. The vet also observed that Rose's cervix was not dilating, and she could only get two fingers in there.
The water sack finally appeared early in the afternoon, and she started pushing, but nothing happened. We waited an hour, and then called the vet again. Long story short, the vet pulled the triplets out with bailing twine, because Rose still wasn't dilated enough. The only alive one came first, and we named him Mr. T, for trouble and tenacity. If we register him, his official name will be Thistle.
Unfortunately, the only doeling and the other buckling were stillborn. It was very rough, seeing dead kids. I have wondered how I'd react if we had to deal with goat kids being stillborn or dying. even though, we were lucky that we got one kid (even if he was a buckling) and the mother survived.
Rose ended up rejecting her only remaining kid. I can't blame her. She was very out of it, and I don't think she would have been able to deal with him. So for now, he is living in the house and being hand raised. It is good that we have colostrum that a kind women donated.
We will never breed older first timers again, even if they come from champion lines.

And now for some very cute photos:


He also loves to sit on people's laps :)

Sold my first item on Etsy!

I had a camisole sell on Friday morning. This was my first sale!

Spring

When does spring come?
Each year, I try to pin down,
but it's elusive!

Sunshine

I've been understandably depressed lately. But it's been warm, and the sunshine is so beautiful. Sky blue is my very favorite color.
And I've been liking my new iPhone. Especially the camera :)
Best to look on the bright side.

Uno

Uno died on the 1st.
She had gotten so much better, and we had moved her back out to the barn. Her respiration was still a bit higher then it was supposed to be, but she was doing fine. A few weeks later, my mother was worried that Uno might be slipping into a relapse. We had the vet come out to do a check -up on her, and though the vet wasn't impressed, Uno's lung that had shut down was working again. She prescribed some antibiotics.
Apparently, there was nothing wrong at next morning's milking. When I went out to check on the goats during the day, Uno was doing the same strange breathing; her tongue was hanging out, she was foaming at the mouth and bleating. I brought her into the garage. A few hours later, it had gotten severe. So I went to prepare some apple-cider vinegar water, and when I came back downstairs, she was on the floor, on her side, convulsing.
It was frustrating putting a lot of time and effort into her care. But I had prayed several times that if she was going to die, that she would go quickly. I miss her, though. The goats are pets plus milking, so we loved them like pets. I've been sleeping with part of her beard under my pillow. Someday, I'd like to learn to make goat stuffed animals, and maybe I could start with Uno first, and incorporate her beard into the stuffie.