Blood seems to happen a lot here on the Acreage.
Hubby has been working like mad to finish the buck yard before the does go into heat, so that we can control the birthdays of the kids – with a five-month gestation, breeding now will mean February kids, and I would rather shoot for May – February is usually still awfully cold, up here. However, there has been one hitch after another, including a truck purchase that fell through, and the desperate need for more fencing materials. We’re almost there…but not quite done yet.
I have been moving the milking times closer and closer together, with the intent of milking only once a day, in the evening when I get home from work. Today was the first day of only milking once. I came home from work, changed, and wandered out to the barn. Saffron, my milker, was pretty happy to see me, and gave me a “where have you been?” bleat. Saf had a bit of blood on her, on her tail and back leg. ‘Oh, darn,’ I thought, ‘the buck’s torn a horn scur off again’. The buck’s de-horning procedure was not entirely successful, and he has these little hornlets that are growing, but they are fragile, and he often catches or bumps them, with much blood resulting. It does not seem to bother him in the slightest, though, so all we do is monitor them for infection. After milking, I went to put Saffron back in the yard, but the buck was hovering around the gate, being a nuisance. However, there was no sign of blood, and his little horn scurs were about the same length as I remembered. I was a little mystified. Then I noticed that Missy’s back end was covered in blood.
I went to go collect Missy, but she was being particularly skittish, and did not want to be caught. Saffron and the baby girls were also trying to help, or at least trying to get in on the game. Apparently somebody is in heat, as the buck spent the whole time chasing all of us girls around, hanging out a great big erection the whole time. Yup, it’s a regular three-ring circus around my place, let me tell you…
Eventually, I caught Missy, and managed to fend the buck off long enough to see that there are no major gashes or wounds. I did not quite get my leg humped, but it was a close thing.
Satisfied that nobody was going to die in the next ten minutes, I went inside to cozy up with my buddy google, and wouldn’t you know it, but some goat does bleed when they come into heat.
I guess we’re looking at February babies, after all…