After doing some research, I don't think the goats have chicken lice. They probably have goat lice. There is such a thing as chicken lice, but it doesn't infest goats. Nor vice versa.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
I just noticed that it's been several days since I last posted anything. I guess I've been too busy to get to the computer! Let's see....
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
It didn't work. Although definitely easier to chew than the last time, the meat was bland and tasteless, with a faint but noticeable flavor of barnyard. Even the dogs are unenthusiastic.
Last summer, we killed and cooked four chickens, all at once. There was a reason for that, but I'm not going to recap. It's on the blog. What's important now is that those chickens were terrible. I mean really inedibly bad. They were so bad it made me wonder why on earth anyone ever decided chickens were good to eat, if this is what mature, free-range birds taste like.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
For the last couple of hours, I've been sitting in a lawnchair with a cold couple of beers and a magazine, on a wide expanse of lawn that is mostly intensely butter-yellow with dandelions, watching my children play with baby goats, and supervising in a very relaxed sort of way as a small herd of goats and a pony amble about grazing.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Actually, I'm not sad about it at all, since I don't have to do it. Homero is the designated chicken assassin around here.
Friday, April 17, 2009
If anyone wants to know what kind of person I am, I really can't do better than to say I'm the kind of person who gets an electric eggbeater stuck in her hair.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Xana had twin doelings about fifteen minutes ago! They are standing up but she hasn't let them nurse yet. I'm on my way back out to the barn, pictures to follow!
Monday, April 13, 2009
The trade network is up and running, albeit at a trickle. I met a neighbor, a really fun old character I'll call Berryman. He gave me five quarts of frozen raspberries, loganberries and boysenberries from his garden in exchange for four dozen eggs. I'm not certain I've ever eaten a loganberry, but I'm about to.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
I think the vet was right yesterday. Xana is still panting, a little, but nowhere near like yesterday. And Flopsy is still kind of tired-looking, but she's clearly going to be okay. Phew.
Posted by Aimee at 5:36 PM
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I had an eventful afternoon - panicking. My goats want me to have a heart attack, I think. When I let the goats out to pasture, I noticed Flopsy wasn't excited, and instead of grazing she just lay down. Well that's not normal.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Digging is hard work. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
Posted by Aimee at 3:29 PM
Friday, April 3, 2009
Well, I've put a fair amount of work into the garden already this year, and most of it seems to be wasted. Nothing that I've planted is up yet, except for a few lonely little radish sprouts, and they don't look very happy. The beets, the carrots, the mesclun, the spinach.... nuthin.' I did transplant the snow peas that we sprouted in the playroom, and they don't look very happy either.