Post Op Report

Here were the little dolls last night: 

With their little manhoods missing.  Kaycee was hardly walking at this point, and I was really scared. 

You can tell in this picture how Kaycee feels, he is so hunched up.  My poor little guy. 

I can't handle them much, because their behinds are so sore. 

But, good news... 

Kaycee emptied a bottle this morning at 6:30, and Kody ate well, too. 

I am just about to go out and feed them again. 

Can you see it?  There, in the middle? 

A zinnia blooming, the first one! 

The grass you see behind them is in the unused bed, which has grown full of weeds.  With the wet conditions, we are digging out these huge clumps one by one.  Then we are going to cover the bed with carboard and paper and straw, to try to keep it clean til we are ready to use it for soft fruits, raspberries, etc.. 

I read an interesting gardening article in Mother Earth News last night that indicated that we should clean all vegetables before bringing them in... that to bring them in unclean brought in bugs and bacteria to the house.  Makes sense to me.  I'm going to come up with a little cleaning station outside, near the garden. 

It is pouring out there right now, but I was out earlier planting the last of the perennials I started.  This rain coming down will soak them in well. 

As you can see, the henyards are FUN right now... there are four of the little guys on the left, and the three chicks are in the upper middle.  They are getting along fine.  One will be a replacement rooster for Rambo, and the other two are pullets, one big and one medium size, not bantam, though out of a bantam. 

Dill coming up in the hoophouse. 

Water flows down the driveway, into the pasture, and then continues downhill to the Spehar's big, deep ponds. 

Remember, we were a strawberry farm, and we are terraced downhill. 

(times are off by 2 hours) 

And here they are, milk moustache and all on Kaycee... this morning, ten minutes ago. 

Feeling much better but still not really perky.  I am keeping them in, it's so wet and soggy out, and goats hate sog.  I want to keep them dry and clean. 

Both pee peed while I was in there... and both ate well.  They cannot drag themselves under the hay feeder, where they like to sleep in their little nest... I'm sure it's hurting to do so.  They were in a little ball of fur just outside it, warm and dry. 

I have to go back to the post for an appointment this afternoon, so thought I'd put the blog entry up early today... thanks for all your prayers and hopes for the babies.  We made it through the stressful day, and I got this in my phone last night: 

That is a blurry picture of Carol Abramovitz's doe, who finally kidded last night.  These are the folks whose place I visited in April, to see their Nigerians.  They thought she was due May 1st. 

She had two doelings and a buckling. 

The boy. 

Anyone know a good "K" name?