I remember milking - though not as a regular chore. It was more of "when we felt like it" thing. I remember the cats lining up for squirts of milk whenever I milked. I remember the feeling of hot foamy milk squirted directly from the teat into my mouth. I was a generous (not to say wasteful) milker. One for the the bucket, one for the cats, one for me; one for the bucket, one for the cats, one for me.... I remember the one time Dad made cheese and being very upset that I didn't get to taste any before it was all gone.
I even remember when Lily the goat - our first ever - was attacked by wild dogs or coyotes and had a big muscle in the back of her rear leg torn out. She survived, but was never the same. I remember when Peanuts the buck was attacked by dogs while staked out in the blackberries. He was killed. After that my Dad (or Mom?) sat out with a shotgun for a few nights and peppered the dogs with birdshot. I remember when Daisy got out and ate so much rhododendron she was poisoned and how we found her lying on her side, horribly bloated.
I remember lots of frolicking in the springtime with baby goats, and how they leaped and twisted in the air. I remember there was one baby goat who could climb the ladder up into the hayloft of the barn. I do not remember how we got him down. I remember that all our goats had botanical names - Daisy, Fern, Clover, Dandelion, Bachelor's Button. I remember that I tried for years to see baby goats being born, and I never quite made it. I remember one year waking up in the pre-dawn light (my room was the closest to the barn) and hearing soft bleating sounds. I ran downstairs and out to the barn without my shoes on. Daisy ( a white Saanen) had given birth to triplets just moments before and they were just beginning to try and stand up. That was as close as I ever got.
Here's what I do not remember:
Anyone trimming any hooves.
Taking any goats to the vet, ever.
Problems with birthing.
Medicating the goats with anything at all.
Now, I was a child. I was only eleven when we moved off the farm. My mom put an ad in the paper for "free goats - first come, first serve" and we gave all the goats away in fifteen frantic minutes. It's entirely possible that a lot of things happened that I just don't have any memory of. But I think not. My mom does not remember having any problems with sick goats, either. Her memory isn't much more reliable than mine, but put our recollections together and they do begin to add up.
Most likely, we were utterly irresponsible goat owners. Mom was working seventy hour weeks after the divorce, and I'm sure the goats were the last thing on her list of priorities. For all I know, our goats were walking textbooks on parasites. But that's not what I remember. I remember vibrantly healthy goats, when they weren't being chewed on by dogs or poisoned by bad plants. I suspect that thirty years ago there were not the problems with CAE, CL, and parasites that exist today.
Today, it's a given that all goats have worms. The best you can hope for is that the worms are not resistant and can be controlled by relatively benign medications. My goats have worms. Lots of worms. I've had lungworms, stomach worms, and worms that don't even have names yet. My feeling has always been that a complete lack of parasites isn't possible: instead I should strive to have healthy, well-nourished goats who are capable of harboring a reasonable number of parasites without becoming symptomatic. My vet agrees with me.
Well, that road has closed. Despite my best efforts, despite using de-wormers strictly according to my veterinarian's directions, my goats have developed resistant worms. My does were wormed after kidding - as per instructions - with Ivermectin. At that point in time they were asymptomatic. A few weeks later I noticed that they all had diarrhea. Bad, green, liquid diarrhea. I took fecals to the vet. Stomach worms - a heavy load. Since they had been wormed recently with Ivermectin, I used Safeguard this time - again, on the advice of my vet. I wormed them all thoroughly - using a high dose and repeating it for four days.
Repeat fecals two weeks later revealed a virtually unchanged number of stomach worms. They were resistant. How did the resistance develop? I don't know. I did rent a buck from another farm last fall, but we coordinated worming schedules and both sides should have been worm free at the time of transfer. Other than that my herd has been closed for more than a year.
Oh shit that's not true. Just remembered, I also rented out Cloud for a month as a buck to a nearby farm. But Cloud is the only one who has remained asymptomatic this whole time! He is fat and glossy, pooping pellets and leaping around like a racehorse. The does, in contrast, are skinny as rail fences (poor Django is trying to feed triplets!). Petting them feels like petting a barbed wire fence. I feel like the world's worst goat owner. I can't let anyone see my goats right now or they would assume I am starving them to death. In actual fact, I am feeding them free-choice high quality local hay (orchard grass/alfalfa mix) plus eight cups of grain daily for the milkers, and nearly unlimited browse on grass and blackberries.
Today - again on the advice of my vet - I wormed them all - does, buck, and kids - with Quest. Quest is a whole different class of dewormer and my vet says she has had good luck using it with resistant worm populations. I hope it works. Quest has a month long meat withdrawal time, and an unknown milk withdrawal time, but probably at least two weeks. That's okay - my does will need at least two weeks to gain weight and get healthy before I start to milk them again anyway.
So no more milk products for now - no milk, yogurt, or cheese. Just wait. Just wish them luck.
My dad and I were talking the other day and he made a comment simular to this. It seems, I am calling the farrier,running to get medicine, putting something in the barn to watch calf, checking to make sure the fences are up,calling someone to get advice on some new sympton you have found.I have been on this farm my whole life and I never remember being so busy. My dad worked and kept the farm, I can barely get anythng done for having to do something else and I am here all day.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about the worm problems. I think many breeders have gone to using cydectin.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember the thing in the sky. Weird, because I have vivid memories of everything else you wrote about.
ReplyDeleteThe "Great Goat Giveaway" happened a tiny bit differently than you remember, at least in my memory. Mom had put the add in the p[aper or wherever, and was at work. We expected her home at 1800. Sarah was babysitting. The phone rang all day with calls for the goats. And we told every one of them:
"Call back at 6."
So at six, the phone rang and rang and rang with something like 100 people trying to get through at once.
The actual giveaway itself wasn't that hectic. The people who got through showed up, took a goat, and left. Mom organized that part, not us little kids.
Aimee-so funny that you say that. My granny had goats and like you, I don't recall a single time when she trimmed their hooves, or wormed them. Taking them to the vet-unheard of. They all were healthy and looked great. Babies were born unassisted. Shots? What shots.
ReplyDeleteI have been concerned recently about one of my wethers. He is a skinny guy, and his coat is looking a bit raggedy. Is there a way to check for worms at home, or is it something only the vet can do? (I have spent well above my monthly vet quota these last few months:))
I worm with the positive pellets product, and Safeguard in between. Never have tried anything else.
Polly if he is thin with a dull shaggy coat you can assume he has worms. Decals will tell what kind of worms but since you would use the same product anywAy I don't see why to go there.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should switch to something stronger, you think?
ReplyDeletePolly I don't know, I don't want to give medical advice. If it had worked well for you in the past it probably still will.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure that was mom and terry vannick (sp?) with the rifle on the roof picking off "stray" dogs. Really they were just neighbor's dogs, nobody used dog runs or had indoor dogs back then. I have a faint recollection of you talking about the thing in the sky and mom saying it was a comet, but who knows.....
ReplyDeleteSis it was NOT a comet. It was probably a satellite that had some sort of malfunction. Mom didn't see it. As for the dogs you are probably right.
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