House Goats are not big on sleeping in

Most mornings, I get up around 6 am or so.  I get out of bed, and Emma jumps off and follows me.  This morning, I really wanted to sleep a little later than normal.

After awhile, I could hear Emma jumping off the bed and going into the kitchen, looking for goat treats.  It was just a short while later that she trotted into our bedroom and jumped back on the bed.  She settled down for about two minutes before she jumped out of bed again and came around to my side of the bed and butted it.

You just can’t reason with goats. If I did not get up, she would just keep jumping on and off the bed and butting it.

So I’m awake. Getting my second cup of coffee.

And Emma is outside with the dogs.

I think I’ll make another attempt at this

I’ve been working part time at HD at the service desk for a year now.  I’m also, of course, still raising colored angora goats and creating fiber stuff.

We have what appears to be a permanent house goat, Emma.  She goes outside during the day with the dogs and goats, but comes in every night to sleep.

We diaper her when she makes her grand entrance, and then she has a snack before we turn out all the lights and go to bed.

Emma jumps on our bed, and spends about 30 minutes or so snuggling in between John and I.  Then she moves over to the foot of the bed, where we have a special blanket and some towels for her to sleep on.

Sometimes, Emma finds the need to jump off the bed and go into the kitchen to check to see if the goat treat fairy has visited her bowl in the middle of the night.

I believe that most of the time, she is disappointed, and she comes back into the bedroom and stands next to my side of the bed until I touch her side and tell her it’s okay to jump up on the bed.  I have to say One, Two, Three, Jump.  Then she jumps and goes over to the foot of the bed and lays down.  Well, most of the time.  Sometimes, she goes over to John’s side of the bed and stands on him.  This is not something we want to encourage, but John, not wanting to upset any critters, just puts up with it.


I bought her a little tiara on Amazon – it was cheap, really cheap, but I can’t manage to keep it on her head long enough to step back with the camera and get a photo.

I believe I will need some assistance to do that.

Well, time to let Emma in.  I’ll attempt to do this more often.

I’m back. Been busy. Goatlings are to blame.

We have had 13 kids born here at Castle Argghhh Farm since December 21. Eight of those kids are bottle babies, living in the house, wearing diapers. It has been a bit crazy.

I’m going to start moving them to a pen in the garage (which is heated) today, after I feed them and remove diapers and make sure they are cleaned up well.  (Diapers can make their little tails get a kind of poopy.  Yuck.)

To make things even more interesting, the washing machine broke over a week ago and flooded the laundry room.  We are having trouble getting an appliance repairman willing to come out here when there is all of about 1 inch of snow on the ground.  I got a promise that they will show up tomorrow.  We’ll see – there is 1/2 inch of snow forecast overnight, and I’m betting they will chicken out.

Just when did adults in our country become so pussified? Seriously, driving in the snow is no big deal, or at least it should not be!  We have not had a blizzard or 2 feet of snow.  We have had a couple of 1 to 2 inch snows, the roads have been cleared, and yet, the repair service is all scared about coming to fix something.  Phooey.


I finally started shearing goats today.  Only got two done, Cinnamon and Maggie. I probably should aim for three to four a day each day for the next week.

I am putting the bucks off to last, because I really need John to help me get them on the stand for me, I’m just not strong enough to convince them to walk up that ramp. Plus, if I don’t get a buck done before cold weather strikes, it’s not too worrisome.

The does, though, all need to be sheared because many of them are pregnant, and if they are too hairy, their kids can’t find their teats, and I end up with a bunch of bottle babies. Which is a lot of work, but I usually sell them within a few weeks to people who want to raise bottle babies.

Bottle-raised kids are always friendlier and easier to handle than those who stay with their mamas.  Even as adults, they will come over just to say hi and get a pat or two.

I’ll try to get a photo or two tomorrow of the goats I catch to shear.  It’s awkward trying to take photos of them because I have two kids trying to help me with everything, and they are entirely too curious about cameras.

Goat Farmer Life

The goats were very naughty this evening. Fully one half of them decided to do some exploring and were nowhere to be found, including Carly, the wee little bottle baby goat.

The only goat who stays home is Willow, it seems, but she thinks she is a dog, so eh.

Instead of leisurely preparing everything to go to the Ren Fest tomorrow, I had to go hunting for my naughty, naughty goaties.

I suspected I knew where they had gone, but I did not want to have to go get them and bring them home because that entails walking through our overgrown woods to the south, getting stuck on those stupid wild roses and other sticker bushes, getting spiderwebs in my face, climbing under a barbed wire fence, over a metal gate and stalking them through a hayfield that does not belong to us, but to a neighbor who does not live on their land.

And of course, I was right.

So I yelled at them to go home, and ran behind them, and they decided to cross over to our property about 300 yards after I wanted to cross over. Ugh.

I climbed under the closer barbed wire fence with Carly, because she was hungry for her bottle and figured out that I was the only being around who was going to feed her little butt.

As Carly and I crossed over into our land, Suellen, the semi-evil little dog, Buffy, the Coyote Slayer (best dog around) and Willow, the goat who thinks she is a dog all came running, barking or making goat noises , towards me.

I told them it was time for us all to turn around because we were going home!! And I proceeded to walk 1/4 mile tripping and falling over Suellen, Buffy, Carly and Willow. They all thought they should lead the way, but they would suddenly stop right in front of me, and it was often all I could do to stay upright.

We got home, I fixed Carly’s formula and then spent 30 minutes getting all the goats into their night time pasture.

So here I sit, wool, mohair, yarn, dryer balls, scarves, all kinds of things surrounding me, and I’m thinking hecky darn. I’m going to bed now – I’ll just get up early to put this all together for the weekend.

And I feel a little sorry for my dear husband, because he is going to have to deal with the Goats of Argghhh! While I’m trying to earn some money!

Oh geeze, someday I’ll get the hang of writing daily again

carly with her tongue out

And of course, this is not Willow, this is Carly Fiorina. Bottle baby because her mother is a lazy girl!

In the meantime, here are some goat photos. I sheared sweet Willow yesterday. She looks super itty bitty now.

cassie and willow

Cassie on the left, Miss Willow on the right – after shearing.

more goats

Lindo, Barbara, Bella looking at the camera – Raj is looking away.

willow sheared two

And this is Willow, just after I sheared her yesterday. I love this little goat so much!

Goats. Those goats!

As you know, we have two one-week-old kids. Bernie Sanders is the son of Maisie. Kiki is the daughter of Penny. I have spent many hours this past week trying to figure out where they are, because their mothers are both somewhat irresponsible and go off with the crowd for partying (grazing) and may or may not bring their kids with them.

There is nothing more worrying for me to count the goats at night and find those two little kids are missing. Again. and Again.

Last night, we got all the goats in before we shot off our fireworks, except, apparently, those two little kids. OMG. I was sure they were dead somewhere out in the field. I left the gate to their night pasture open so Penny and Maisie could go find their kids and bring them home – and of course the big LGDs were out with them for protection.

This morning, all the goats were out in the field, and I hoped that the moms had recovered their kids. John and I went out to brunch, stopped at WalMart on the way home, and I fully expected to see the kids with their moms under the big shade tree they all hang out under during the heat of the day.

Nope. No Bernie Sanders, no Kiki. Two mama goats with extremely swollen teats, look up at me and basically shrug their shoulders.

I knew it was my turn to go look for the darn kids. Buffy, Willow, Cassie and I took off into the horse pasture first.

It was too hot to do much more than go down to the lake and climb back up. I am not in great shape, and it’s a pretty humid, hot summer day. I decided to try to get those darn mama goats up off their butts to go look for their kids.

I yelled at them. I sprayed the hose on them. They just got up, walked a couple of feet away and settled down again.

I figured I was going to have to go look more myself. So I got in the Ranger, turned it on and headed down the road towards the end of the property. I heard a goat screaming, turned around, an Penny was chasing after me – screaming for her kid.

I went one way when we got to the dead end – she went through the fence and kept going.

In a few minutes, she returned, with two very bouncy kids, who had apparently spent the night out hidden away in the woods. She allowed both of the kids to nurse from her (told you Bernie Sanders is a socialist goat- he thinks he gets to have everyone’s milk), and then they trotted back to the big shade tree. Willow got up in the Ranger with me and we followed them down the road.

I have got to force myself to post every darn day!

We have a new member of the Castle Argghhh Farm Angora Goat herd.  Marco was born on June 2nd to Lindo.  Both mother and son are doing well.  But they have been stuck inside because we have been having monsoon-like rains for the past week or so.
Lindo and Marco

The skies have been cloudy for days, with lots and lots and lots and lots of rain.  As a result, the grass in the pastures and hayfields is really high, but the ground is very squishy.

Willie and Petey like the lushness of the spring grass, but they are not fond of the muddy footing.

Willy and petey

Willie and Petey in the pasture – which is growing like crazy from all the rain we have been having.