Animoolz and Humans #5

Recent farm antics have me waiting and watching.

Waiting for a poo

I reached out to a farm vet for Rosie’s ante-natal care. We also discussed livestock wellbeing. He recommended an ovine stool test.

It promised to be messy. The DPIWE kit warned ‘Do not put paperwork in with samples.’ Hat and sunscreen, latex gloves, disposable spoon, collection tray, I had full appreciation as to why the Lovely Deputy had let the kit go untouched on the dining table a few weeks.

By way of casual observation, when you’re out in the paddock it seems like the animals are constantly evacuating their bowels. A watched pot never boils. I spent an hour stalking goats and sheep for samples which for the miniature goat kids included waiting near their rear for the miniscule sample before it disappeared into the depths of the grass.

Waiting for a calf

Rosie is as wide as she is tall. In fact, she looks a little lopsided to me. The camera didn’t do the asymmetry justice. I wondered if the calf was lying sideways. For both our sakes, I hope that’s not the case. I keep asking her when she’s going to drop and she keeps looking at me with those big cow eyes hoping for bread treats. She’s tried to run up the hill to get said treats a few times and gives up half way. Instead I walk to her and feed her. We’re all still waiting.

Home pedicure

The small area of rocky ground on #Blissfarm goes ignored by the goats. They’d rather muck about with the sheep and cows in the boggy spring paddocks than be lonely and high on a hill as it were. As a consequence, their hooves need more attention than my fingernails, and I have a standing appointment with my nail technician. Malty developed a limp. Everyone got a pedicure. Malty continued her three-legged hobble around the paddock, the vet returned. More trimming, antibiotics, an Epsom salts poultice and four days later she was back to her normal self. The latest #Blissfarm calendar entry is a Sunday session – a goat home pedicure.

Bird watching

It’s been a month of birdwatching at #Blissfarm. Brown chicken has escaped the coop and taken to monogamy with lone roster Heihei. I haven’t uncovered her eggs yet. The house has been full of the cheeping of chicks. I tried unsuccessfully to cure one with splayed legs. She lurched around with a rubber bands secured around her legs but in the end had to be put down because she was unable to walk and therefore, look after herself.

Blue Ray, the blue Heron, who enjoys our wet paddocks mid-year, returned to wherever he spends the summer. Somewhere wetter now the farm is finally starting to dry out. Kookaburras moved in with startling results when they try to fly into our lounge room windows.

A large white bird cast a shadow over the bedroom window Sunday morning. Did a chook just get on our roof? It was a beautiful Peregrine falcon. The chooks didn’t free-range that day. The survivors of my fertilised dozen Silkie and mixed dozen Frizzle and Bantam eggs were big enough to leave the nursery for the protection of the quail coop. The plovers are in breed-mode and I return from feeding Rosie and Teddy in the bottom paddock, crazily waving them away from my head. Our (ahem) Christmas quails hatched and were moved into the nursery.

Watch out for the next exciting episode on #Blissfarm – The Birth.

Here’s more #Blissfarm tales – Animoolz and Humans #4 and 5 things I love about #countrylife.

 

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