Had planned to give away all my goats, chickens and turkeys to a young couple who had interest and space for them. They will eventually move to a "country" setting and then be able to expand.
Well, by the time they took the chickens and turkeys, I'd given some of them to a family at church who wanted laying hens. They also took a young cock, who entered adolescence/adulthood abruptly. The crowing, with a voice break part-way into it, is really funny to hear...unless it is 4:30 in the morning and you are a light sleeper. Life for them has settled down.
But two of my goats died before the family came to get them. Beatrice, the mother of twins and my favorite goat, died from eating plastic bags caught up in the weeds and bushes where she grazed. Two days later, Step, the goat I received from the Gambles as a birthday present 2 years back died from a GI blockage caused by a small piece of rope.
So now my friends have 3 goats, 7 turkeys and 9 chickens to begin their farm life. I will take them the twins when they are bigger. in the mean time my farm is 2 kids, 2 dogs, and 2 cats. The goat kids believe that if they cry they will always get a bottle...and they they belong in the house with us. Just because we had them sleep in the living room for 10 nights. Now they sleep on the mat in front of the door.
Life goes on.
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