Showing posts with label 3's Company. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 3's Company. Show all posts

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Hello, Goodbye

Over the past month our household has seen several changes.

Our good neighbors, Matt and Karin, were relocated for work to Wyoming and were unable to bring their two goats. I held out, "No, no, absolutely not," till the very last moment - which was when The Man came walking up the driveway with Matt's blonde goat on a leash. In the end the temporary arrangement of housing them for a few days became a more permanent adoption.

The two females, Legs and Babe, are Pygmy goats (Matt calls them "Yoda goats"). Legs (one of her back legs doesn't bend) is blonde-colored so I tried calling her Buttercup but the name did not fit her bulldog personality, now she's called Mama Legs and the dark-colored goat is Baby Boots.




Mama Legs has the biggest head out of all the goats and has butted her way to the top of the herd.




 Only Bitsy says "Nay, nay" while nimbly dodging Big Mama's big head.






Then a few weeks ago we adopted Sandee's chickens.


@sandeepacific


Currently the pen has two coops and two goat houses. The new chickens are in their own coop with run and they're housed directly across from the new goats' kennel/goat house.




It was time for The Man to get his long-awaited, much-anticipated, Shop/Barn/Shed/Man cave. Although it's still a work in progress, it is a beauty.






And, sadly, last week, we said goodbye to Baby, the red hen. She was a very good girl.






Saturday, April 2, 2016

No Fooling: Never A Dull Moment

Ah, April. We're looking forward to a nice quiet month, a nice quiet weekend, heck, we'd take a nice quiet day. No wild critters, no sick animals, no guns ablazin'.

Last Thursday, Mattie got bit by a rattlesnake.

At first we thought it was something she ate, because, you know, dogs are not picky eaters and let's just say our driveway and sidewalks are remarkably clean for having free-roaming goats and chickens. In a span of two hours Mattie became acutely ill. Everything drooped on her: head, tail, ears, even her lower eyelids. I checked her gums - moist, pink, and they blanched in less than 3 seconds with finger pressure - all good signs.

I walked around the house and except for the spotless driveway all I found was a dead lizard, tail still twitching, next to the garage door. I wasn't sure if we had poisonous lizards so I picked the lizard up, didn't see any marks on it, and tossed it into the tall grass.

We've had a previous episode of Mattie being sick. The Vet diagnosed her with gastritis and sent her home with Flagyl and a bland diet. After a couple of days of rest she was as good as new. So that evening we settled Mattie in the garage with her heated bed, held her dinner, made sure she had water, and left her alone to sleep it off and get over her stomach ache.

The next morning, 12 hours later, Mattie's face and neck was markedly swollen, more so on the left side, and her tongue was purple-pink in color. Maybe she had an allergy to lizards. We offered her a little food and though she had trouble chewing the hard kibble she definitely had an appetite.

We couldn't get a vet appointment but we took Mattie in as a "Drop Off" and left her there. Shortly after, Dr M. called and said although it could be an allergic reaction, he was leaning more towards a snake bite. He wasn't 100% sure because he couldn't find any bite marks. Mattie's VS, airway, and labs were okay but he wanted to keep her for the rest of the day for monitoring. Anti-venom was not recommended.

Later that afternoon we picked Mattie up. Dr M. had checked her over again and still couldn't detect any fang marks, but he was pretty sure it was a snake bite. We gave Mattie antibiotics twice a day for a week in case there was infection from bite necrosis. Over the next couple of days she spent most of the time in her bed.


Bitee - 24 hours later.


I still harbored the idea it was an allergic reaction to the lizard. I was wrong.

The very next morning after bringing Mattie home, next to the garage door where I found the dead lizard, I found a small dead snake. I looked around for something to cover it with but instead went to get The Man. I laughed at him as he came flying out of the house, grabbing and loading his .22 "critter deterrent" with bird shot. Haha, it's dead, it's dead.

The very much alive snake coiled to strike when The Man ran up to it. Baby rattler had been enjoying a peaceful sunny Saturday morning near it's new home - under the recycle trash bin - next to the garage door. We think Mattie may have gotten bit in the face (or mouth) by investigating or chasing the lizard, getting too close to the rattlesnake.


Biter - 42 hours later.


It's been a week and Mattie has made a full recovery, she's back to doing her job as pack leader and indiscriminate eater.






But, wait, there's more . . . . 

Wednesday night. The Man is sitting on the couch and hears Molly the cat, making a ruckus out on the deck. He looks out the glass sliding door and sees Molly facing off to a raccoon that's eating her food, they're ten inches apart. The very same cat who lets Sophia the chicken eat her food is screaming and swiping her paw at a raccoon.

Yeehaw, it too ended well, with the raccoon slowly sauntering away after giving stink-eye to The Man.



Sunday, March 20, 2016

Hello, Spring

Spring,
it's a beautiful
glorious
joyful
time of year
on the Central Coast.

The Santa Margarita Longhorn cattle have returned to their favorite sunny spot along Highway 101.








The wildflowers - California golden poppies, yellow mustard - are abloom and blanketing the hillsides above the Cuesta Grade.








Closer to home our animals are enjoying the lush landscape.












In a few months we'll be carefully checking the animals for barbed seeds - foxtails and Ripgut brome - and The Man will spend many (many) daylight hours with his Stihl weed wacker in hand.

But, at least for now - today - we're celebrating spring.



Sunday, March 6, 2016

All Aboard

The Pineapple Express roared through here last night. All night long we could hear the howling winds, sheets of rain, and objects being tossed about outside.






This morning water flowed in the little creek that cuts through two of the neighbors' properties down at the end of the road.






More rain is expected tonight and also through the week. It's clear right now, the sun is out, and the Clean Up Crew is eager to get to work.






All aboard the Pineapple Express. Woo-woo!




Sunday, January 24, 2016

A Good Rain




So far, so good.

It's raining - not too much, not too quick, not too often; the light rain has been able to soften the drought-hardened ground - no runoff, no flooding, no landslides.

Last Summer's fire along the Cuesta Grade created a landslide concern because of the steep denuded slope so close to the highway.


9/12/15


The gentle showers and sunshine have helped to green up the charred hillside and lessen the landslide risk as the new growth takes hold. Phew, I was not looking forward to driving home along that stretch of road on a dark and stormy night.

We've had a few nights of thunder and lightning. (The dogs have been pretty good about waking us up to let us know.) And one brief, but exciting, teeny-tiny-sized hail shower.




As in years past, the doghouse is still the most coveted shelter from the rain.




Unfortunately, Zeke and Bitsy don't invite Jack into their cozy hideaway. So baby Jack usually follows the chickens to take cover under the deck or takes shelter in the now-too-small-for-him cat carrier we put out for him.

The other day though, we spotted Jack leaning against the garage door, standing in the falling rain. Talk about a sad sight! The Man brought him in the garage, I toweled him off, and he spent the rest of the day inside the garage.

Poor Jack, he needed his own shelter from the rain.

Lucky Jack, he got it.


 




Like I said, "So far, so good."


Sunday, January 10, 2016

Santa Baby

I must've been an awfully good girl. Looky here:

Very cool sheep breed design canvas tote bag and zippered canvas pouch from Ravelry. It was generously marked down because of a typo - Romeldale - was missing an "L". The misprint items sold out super quick. Crazy knitters. (Psst, it took me a long time to find Romedale/Romeldale.)



 
(Ahem) Yarn. A crazy good deal on Noro Kogarashi - silk and wool blend, bulky-weight yarn, and a few skeins of Cascade Casablanca - a Noro-like worsted wool, silk, and mohair blend.


 

Already started a quick cozy comfy cowl with the bulky-weight Noro.


 

Weaving: Schacht 11" slim Boat Shuttle, Fiber Artist Supply Co. Bobbin winder, and a bunch of plastic bobbins.




Everyone checking out the new weaving loot tools just before The Man stained the unfinished maple wood bobbin winder with danish oil.

 


Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me;
Been an awful good girl, Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.  (Javits/Springer, 1953)

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Critter Cam

September 10, 2015 - November 13, 2015

I don't know about you
but I'm thinking
maybe
just maybe
it's better
not to know
what's going
bump in the night.

























  

A little learning is a dangerous thing.  Alexander Pope


 (Trail Camera: Bushnell Trophy Cam HD Aggressor.)