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rachels.haven
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Well, I didn't sell Lace (lamancha) last year. Last night she struck out. She is out of one of the nicer bucks in the east with a nicer doe as her dam, but he was dam raised and has a bad attitude...makes me think I need to crack down on Summer's girl's aloofness...anyway, Lace challenges me and the routine every few weeks or so. She's head butted other goats into my knees. She rubs stain off the barn with her scur, and when she did get herself into trouble she couldn't get out of she miscarried (and was rebred and is due May 29th). And she spent a lot of last year waiting for her opportunity to kick me in the face while milking. I got good at keeping my face back rather than she letting it go.
So last night she decided she was going to smash past me as I brought out one of the pregnant does for feeding. My hand was wrapped around the door and when she smashed by she bodily smashed the door open against the stud, crushing my fingers between the door and the stud, trapping me so I couldn't get out and it hurt BAD. So after a few minutes of desperately trying to make it stop I called my husband and by some miracle the phone worked. So he rushed out barefoot, climbed in the barn window (I lock myself in while milking because Bailey and kids can open the door) and eventually we figured out to pry the stud away from the door and I got my hand back. I'm still a little numb. And Lace is listed as a registered, disease tested, pregnant, long as a freight train and rapidly deepening, perfect footed doe from some of the best lines in the country for $200 because I want her GONE
She will pay for a third of her replacement that I'm trying to bring in from the herd at our disbudding place.
Lovely. No more high headed does.
So last night she decided she was going to smash past me as I brought out one of the pregnant does for feeding. My hand was wrapped around the door and when she smashed by she bodily smashed the door open against the stud, crushing my fingers between the door and the stud, trapping me so I couldn't get out and it hurt BAD. So after a few minutes of desperately trying to make it stop I called my husband and by some miracle the phone worked. So he rushed out barefoot, climbed in the barn window (I lock myself in while milking because Bailey and kids can open the door) and eventually we figured out to pry the stud away from the door and I got my hand back. I'm still a little numb. And Lace is listed as a registered, disease tested, pregnant, long as a freight train and rapidly deepening, perfect footed doe from some of the best lines in the country for $200 because I want her GONE
She will pay for a third of her replacement that I'm trying to bring in from the herd at our disbudding place.
Lovely. No more high headed does.