Showing posts with label goat problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goat problems. Show all posts

November 11, 2024

Of Goats and Breeding Plans

Kinder goat sales collapsed this year. Of the registered kids I had on offer, I didn't even receive an inquiry on any of them. Of people who wanted to be notified of this year's batch, no one was still interested. In one of my rare visits to the Kinder Goat Breeder Association's facebook page, I discovered that I wasn't alone. Breeder after breeder across the US was reporting no sales, no interest, and people backing out of previously arranged sales. Individual goats and entire herds were being advertised for sale at big discounts. 

This is a huge turnaround from when I first got into Kinders. Then, I had a 2-year waiting list for kids. Most breeders did. This year, I made the decision to cancel my fall breeding plans until I could do something about thinning my herd. If I couldn't get down to manageable winter numbers, I wasn't going to add more goats. It was definitely time to rethink things.

I've never considered myself a professional breeder. While I love the breed and have had fun working toward improving my stock according to the breed standard, it's never been a business or a money-maker for me. I've been fortunate that since I started with registered Kinders, I've been able to break even. Every year I've made enough sales to buy feed and hay until the next year's sales. My goats have been self-supporting. The bonus for us has been the milk and dairy products I make, manure, brush control, some occasional chevon, a sense of purpose, and hours of entertainment and joy. Kinders' personalities and antics never cease to make us happy. 

The knee jerk reaction to this turnaround is to blame the economy. I do think this is the underlying problem. Animal feeds, for example, have skyrocketed. Except for the lucky few, most of us have gotten to the point of having to make tough decisions about our household finances. I've overheard sad conversations in the grocery stores of people having to give up their pets. We've managed because of our homesteading lifestyle. Yes, we've been forced to choose to not buy many things, but because we produce quite a bit of our own food, we've been able to hang in there. Even with our pets because our cats are working animals. They keep the rodent population down and supplement their own diet in the process. To that I add eggs and milk, and so keep the boughten kibble to a manageable amount.

Of course the economy always rises and falls. This is nothing new. But one thing that I find different from the past, is that in the past, what was seen as an untrustworthy economy usually found people flocking to buy land, seeds, and livestock to become more self-sufficient. My first experience of this was the anti-establishment back-to-the-land movement, of which I was a part. Eventually, participants trickled back to society as we know it and sold off. Life went on.

But that wasn't the only time I observed this as a social trend. 

  • The 1980s, when my kids were little and breakfast cereal was pushed up to $4 a box (absurd then, but we topped that this go-round!) Self-sufficiency was the buzzword and people started flocking to the country. 
  • Y2K. The most memorable story was told by someone in my weavers guild. She was contacted by a woman who wanted to learn to spin and weave, because she was thinking she'd have to learn how to grow her own cotton and make her own bed sheets. 
  • Eight years ago, I had contacts about buying goats because of fears over the new administration's economy.

So it is curious to me, that this time, people have been reacting differently. There has been no trend to get land and get self-sufficient. The biggest difference that I can identify is that now, society is totally consumed with the internet.

Anyway, after putting my goat breeding plans on hold, my next action was to start advertising my extra goats as Nubian-crosses instead of registered Kinders. Kinder genetics are a 50/50 cross between Nubians and Pygmies, which has resulted in a stout mid-size goat with excellent production and great personalities. Most people aren't familiar with Kinders, but they do go for Nubians. 

Along with that, I asked bargain basement prices and managed to sell off five goats and get my herd to a manageable number. Every buyer was delighted with their purchases, and between you and me, they got some absolutely excellent breeding stock at prices that would make a Kinder breeder cry. But value is ultimately relative and needs must.

With my herd thinned appropriately (with one more I would be willing to sell), I could once again entertain breeding plans. As much as they are like big dogs, our goats have never been pets. We love them dearly, but they make a contribution in return for good care. I chose goats over sheep for their milk and everything I can make from that milk. It's an important source of protein and calcium for our diet. 

For now, I'm going to breed two does for next year's milk. Of their kids, it's wait and see. I've chosen an optimistic outlook because I'm tired of the doom and gloom. I need a healthier new normal. We all do.

March 16, 2023

Unexpected Bottle Babies

10 days old here, but I still don't know their names.

Most of the time, goat birthing and kid rearing are without problems. I let the moms feed and raise their kids until they want to wean them. (Well, the little girls. The little boys tend to get bucky and rambunctious at an early age and so are often weaned earlier than they'd like). While Caroline had an easy kidding, several days later I detected there was a problem. She went off her feed and stopped drinking. A few days later, she laid down and refused to get up. 

This was quite alarming, because when a goat goes down and won't get up, they often give up. And it gave me two problems to deal with, one was her, the other was feeding her kids. One of them figured out she could still nurse as long as she saw a teat, the other didn't catch on to that. I figured out that one side of Caroline's udder was congested, and I suspected mastitis as well. I'm not sure why it happened, because I wasn't milking her yet. With Caroline not eating or drinking, her milk supply would dwindle quickly. 

That's their mom, Caroline, in the background

I started treating Caroline with herbs, antibiotics, and B vitamin injections, and decided to put the kids a bottle. This can be tricky once kids start on their moms. In that case, they usually refuse the bottle. But they took to it quickly and got their tummies full. As a side note, there is apparently a different technique nursing from a bottle as opposed to their mom. Even after getting used to it, they still have to negotiate the bottle nipple before they latch on. 

It was such a relief when Caroline finally started drinking water again. She started nibbling on fresh greens soon after that. Then came the morning when she was on her feet when I got to the barn. I was so relieved. I can't help but wonder if those kids didn't give her the will to live. 

She's still thin but no longer looks and acts distressed. Her appetite is back to normal and she is nursing the kids. The congested side is a tad better but it's still congested and difficult to get much milk from it. The little girls work it, but it's obvious they don't get much. Their interest in the bottle varies: sometimes they both finish off their bottles eagerly, sometimes only part of it, and sometimes one or the other (or both) won't be interested. I'll continue to offer these supplemental feedings for as long as is necessary.

Even with Caroline's problem, her girls are thriving.

I'm careful not to feed too much with the bottle, so they will continue to nurse.
That and good feed are the best ways to build up her milk supply again.

While I'm on the subject of kids, how about a few more pics and a video?

Ursa's boys. They are a week older than Caroline's girls.

Ursa and Buster Brown

Ursa's Orion

River and Saluda

River's Mosul, hunting for acorns

Sky's Willow

After a hard play of racing, the kids relax in the sun.


And a short (45 second) video. First, the cast of characters -

Caroline on the left, then Ursa's two boys, and Carolina's girls on the right.


January 5, 2022

Bracken Poisoning in Goats

We don't have many bracken ferns growing in our woods, so I've always welcomed them for the beauty and diversity they provide. I've read they are poisonous to goats, but the goats have completely ignored them for years. So, I never worried about them until this little gal. . .

. . . decided they were munch-worthy. I chased her off a couple of times, and initially, she seemed okay, so I thought she didn't eat much. 

The next morning, she was in extreme stress, crying pitifully and vomiting, which was all very alarming. I've dealt with azalea poisoning in the past, so I had recipes at hand along with some of their ingredients. I didn't have everything, but immediate action was required, so I used what I had.

  • 1 pint distilled water (can use filtered)
  • 6 teabags of black tea (neutralizes the toxins)
  • 2 tbsp chopped, fresh (or 1 tbsp powdered) ginger (soothes nausea)

Simmer for 10 minutes. Cool and then add:

  • 1 teaspoon activated charcoal (neutralizes the toxins)
  • 1 tablespoon milk of magnesia (regulates peristalsis, i.e. keeps the gut working)
  • 1/8 teaspoon powdered rennet (neutralizes the toxins & helps digestion)
The dose for her age and weight was 10 ml by mouth (I used a dosing syringe). The original recipes are here.

Usually, one dose is enough, but she was still in distress an hour later so I gave her a second dose. I also started her on vitamin B complex injections, because any time a goat's digestive system (rumen) is off, they run the risk of developing thiamine deficiency, aka goat polio. I've dealt with that before too, and it's another scary condition to face.

She finally pulled through, but I have to admit I wasn't sure she would. The next day found me hunting down and digging out bracken ferns. I don't ever want to go through that again!

Bracken Poisoning in Goats © January 2022 

December 9, 2020

Dan's Winter Project

Do you remember this?

It's a photo from last February, when I blogged about heavy rains flooding the buck shelter. The boys were standing in six inches of water and we had to move them out.


Every heavy rain since then, Dan and I are concerned about a repeat performance, so we've been discussing options. Those options have all been variations on one of two ideas: do something to prevent the shelter from flooding again (like a seasonal pond), or move the bucks' home to a new location. After tallying up the pros and cons of each, we realized there are more incentives for moving the bucks rather than messing with drainage. The biggest incentive is that having them closer would be more convenient for water, hay, and feeding chores! The other problem is that the roof in the buck shelter has been leaking, so a repair would be necessary if we left them there, in addition to fixing the flooding problem. 

After discussing all the concerns and options, we decided to build new buck housing and tear down their current shelter to re-use the materials. We'll put the boys back in the old buck barn for the time being.

So Dan's winter project is building the new barn. Here's where we're putting it.


The blue above is the location of the new buck barn. We're going to re-do the chicken yard to set up an area for the bucks that will facilitate a new pasture rotation plan. Please note that nothing is to scale!!! But you get the idea.

It will be a gable roofed building. One half will have three exterior walls and a pony wall will divide the two halves. That will be the bucks' side. The other half will be open (no walls) and used for feed and hay storage. 

Here's how it's going so far!







There's no specific time table for this, but we've had some pretty weather so hopefully, it will move right along. After that, it will be fence repair and rearrangement. 

Continued here.

February 28, 2020

Contemplation on the Struggle of Life and Death

We lost Miracle's little doeling (see "Triplets for Miracle"). She had a very rough start as it was and still struggled for her first few days. Yesterday, I went out to the barn about 4:30 a.m. and found her very still and barely breathing. She was cold, so I knew I needed to get her warmed up as quickly as possible. I brought her into the house and submerged her body in the kitchen sink filled with warm water.

Dan and I took turns holding her head up and keeping the water warm to raise her body temperature (roughly 102° to 104°F for goats). We didn't know if we could save her, but we knew we had to try.

The having to try is part of the responsibility we took on when we got animals. I call this stewardship, i.e. doing everything necessary for the animal to be and do what it was created to be and do. Emotions are irrelevant. We don't see our chickens and goats as part of our family, but that doesn't mean that we treat them with disregard. I didn't feel like getting out of bed at 4:30 in the morning, but I did it because Miracle's kids needed to be checked on again. I set myself aside as part of my responsibility toward my goats.

Now, I was cradling Baby Girl's head in my hand and watching changes in her breathing as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She had struggled to enter life, was she struggling now to enter death?

Always in my mind when I face problems with our critters is, what else can I do? I'm not talking about life at any cost. People who see all their animals as pets will go that route, but on a homestead like ours, that isn't realistic. I do what I can, the best that I can, and then accept the outcome. Sometimes that means death.

Baby Girl finally stopped breathing and that was that. I know that I did what I could and that there is no place for blame. Miracle still has her two boys, and since goats apparently can't count, she's blissfully unaware of the loss.


And life goes on.

February 27, 2020

Triplets For Miracle

On Tuesday, Miracle spent a lot of time in the barn, even when the others went out. Her due date was March 1st, so we were well within her expected labor and delivery time frame. Dan and I prepared the kidding stall, and at afternoon chore time I moved her in.


At suppertime she finally started pushing. I always watch to get a clue as to how the baby is presenting. Two feet is normal, followed by a nose if the kid is head first. I saw neither feet nor nose, so I gently tried to feel what was going on. This baby was trying to be born tail first—no good! I managed to find one leg and foot and pulled him out. 

Miracle's first buckling.

The second seemed to take awhile. This time when she started pushing there was only a nose. I felt around for front legs but couldn't feel them—no good! The baby's head was huge and Miracle wasn't able to make much progress on her own. First-timers are often tight. I knew I had to get that baby out, and somehow I managed to get my hand over the head and hook it at the neck with two fingers. Miracle screamed and it took a lot of pulling but she managed to deliver a huge black buckling.

Interested onlookers

There was no time for a picture, however, because the third kid was right behind him, also nose first, also no legs, also no good! This one was smaller so easier to pull out. It was a doe, but she was still and not breathing. Trouble was, kids #2 and #3 were still firmly attached to their umbilical cords and a yet undelivered placenta. Dan ran to get my surgical scissors and I cut the cords. The black buckling was sputtering, but the little doe still wasn't breathing. 

Black buckling was second, little doeling was last.

I spent the next several minutes furiously massaging with a towel and clearing the remains of the birth sac and mucous from her airways. She started to squawk and pant, and I noticed her tongue was bluish. That's a sign of not enough oxygen—no good! She had a lot of mucous down her throat, which I was able to pull out in strings. She continued to pant and cry and eventually, her tongue became more pinkish. She still had trouble breathing, however, which was worrisome. She was shivering. She needed to conserve her energy to breath, so I put a kid coat on her, even though the temperature was mild.

Being born is hard work!

Trying to help them get their first colostrum was a challenge too. The black buckling finally managed on his own, but the other two were slow. The little doe was still panting through her mouth and wouldn't suck. Between trying to get her on her mom and trying to bottle feed her, she got a little down. I started her on a lung tincture, just drops per dose.

The next day her breathing was better. She wasn't panicky and was able to stand on her own.



She and her littlest brother both still had trouble finding and latching onto a teat. They wouldn't take the bottle, but they would swallow half-droppersful of Miracle's milk, so at least I know they're getting something down until they are steadier on their feet and figure it out. It's funny how some kids catch on right away, while others are less steady and take longer.


So, all's well that ends well, but it was definitely not an enjoyable kidding, nor one that I want to repeat.

UPDATE: I'm sad to have to say that we lost the little doe. What happened? Click here.

Triplets For Miracle © February 2020

February 8, 2020

Our Eventful Rain Event

This week's rain event was one like we'd never experienced before.

At morning chores, the bucks were high and dry.
Three hours later the buck shelter was flooded.

We had to wade out to rescue them.
The deepest spot reached the top of my boots.

Piles of ants floated by.

Dry ground was gone.

The boys were standing in six inches of water
with their bedding straw floating on top.

Fortunately, we have the buck barn. It's out of the flooding, although it sits
in a dip and usually has wet floors when it rains. But it was a better option.

Goats hate getting wet, so we had to push and drag them
through the flooded area to get them to higher ground.

Dan put down pallets and plywood to get them off
the damp ground and we gave them plenty of dry hay.

There aren't many options for draining the pasture. 

Some of it we could channel behind the buck shelter. 

Our neighbor's field floods with every extensive rain,
so ours will drain off with his. At least some of it.

Our rain total was 5.5 inches. By the next morning there were only a couple of small puddles left in the pasture. The wind was blowing strong and cold, and the temperature had dropped 30 degrees.

We've had areas around the homestead collect a lot of water, but we've never had the pasture flood like that before! The wet straw will be spread out on bare spots in the pasture. Then we'll let the shelter dry out before putting down fresh bedding and letting the bucks back in.

UPDATE:

Two days later.

Our Eventful Rain Event © February 2020

May 21, 2019

Back to Square One

About three weeks ago or so, I told you about the challenges of weaning bucklings ("Growing Up is Hard to Do.") It took awhile, but finally, things were starting to calm down and the little boys were crying less. Sunday I brought the girls up to the paddock adjacent to the little guys. I fervently hoped it wouldn't start another hollering session, and for awhile all seemed well.

The Boo Hoo Boys wanting to get out.

When Dan and I went out to do chores I went to get the girls but they were gone! Turns out they had broken into the puckling pasture and everybody was one big happy family again. The problem was the gate between the two paddocks. The bolt latch can be worked open if the gate is bumped often enough, which is why we have a chain on it too. Somehow the goats had rubbed and stood on the gate panel enough to loosen the latch, but the chain wasn't tight enough to keep the gate shut. The girls has worked their way through the opening.

Henry, Eddie, and Jesse James

Separating them again was a first class fiasco. All the goats were running around and hollering. Finally I managed to get the girls through the one gate without the bucklings following them.

The girls were glad to go back to the barn because it was feeding time. But the little boys were heart broken, and have been crying ever since. It wouldn't be so bad if it was the typical goat call of "maaa, maaa." Instead they've been screaming! High pitched and shrill like a bunch of little girls who've just just seen a spider. I thought we'd finally gotten over this! I hope they settle down again soon.

Back to Square One © May 2019 by

April 27, 2019

Growing Up is Hard to Do

Especially if you're an intact buckling!

What Henry thinks about weaning.

For those not familiar with livestock lingo, "intact" means not neutered. Neutering is a choice that has to be made about the males, with usually only those considered "breeding quality" left intact while the others are neutered (wethered in the case of goats). Neutered bucklings can be left with the does, but those with the breeding goods intact become capable of breeding when they are a couple of months old. By the time they're three months of age they need to be separated. Unfortunately, this is before they want to give up their mother's milk.

My preferred way to wean bucklings is to send them to their new homes when it's time. That doesn't always work out, however, so they have to be separated from their mothers while they're still here. They are brokenhearted when this happens and spend most of their first days and nights hollering to go back to the doe barn.

Some people put their little guys right in with their adult bucks. But our bucks have always been too rough and aggressive toward the little guys, especially if any of the does go into heat. That seems to be the downside of aseasonal breeders! In the past we've put the bucklings in the small log barn at the back of the pasture. It's pretty far from the others and from the house, and it's hard to keep a close eye on them, especially when we hear coyotes around. I told Dan I wished we had a better setup, so he came up with an idea to divide the buck shelter.


He tied a cattle panel to the hay feeder, center post, a tree, and the fence running off the shelter.


He put in a gate from the old goat barn to give them access to the back paddock.


I feed them at dusk so I can close them in for the night.


They are safe, have good shelter, and aren't isolated, which makes me feel a whole lot better!

Big boys now: Jesse, Henry, and Eddie.

It can take several weeks before they settle down. In the meantime it's hard on everybody, although usually the does are so relieved to not be pestered and chased that they don't complain. On occasion I have a doe whose son was her favorite and she may be unhappy. In fact, I have to keep an eye on her girls if she has them, because I've had does who stop letting their others nurse once the favorite is gone.

So far so good, and for now, I'll just give my little boys plenty of extra attention. Eventually, they'll get used to it and peace and quiet will reign on the homestead once again.

Growing Up is Hard to Do © April 2019 by