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~Ralph Blane~

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Oh, Brownie. What I'm I going to do with you.

"Hey Brownie, how are you feeling? You look a bit bloated. Did you eat too much? Humm?"
" You look a little shaky. Could it be that you had too much to eat this morning?"
This is one of those stories that only get told when you own a goat like Brownie. He is my trouble makin' show pony and he really did it this time. I can't believe he did this but, somehow, he did.
I had gone down to the vegetable garden to take the wet trash to the compost bin. The goats heard me and came to visit. One of their fenced areas is below the garden.I talked to them and gave them each a bean from the bowl of beans that I picked for dinner. I had given them an orange peel too and Brownie didn't like the piece of orange. The others love it. Brownie wouldn't eat it. When I offered him a bean he sniffed it and then he slowly took it in his mouth only to drop it on the ground. Bart was right on it and snatched it up. I told Brownie that he was being very picky. He just looked at me.
I checked the other plants and found more beans and one zucchini. When I got to the other side of the garden I noticed that the fig tree had been nibbled on. I immediately blamed Freckles for this because I  have caught him before... leaning on the fence, reaching over and chewing at the leaves. The fence was leaning more than usual and I thought that later, when the weather cooled off some, I would have to get the Prospector out there to help me reset the metal posts and straighten the fence back into its original position.
I left the goats, and the garden, and walked back to the house. It was going to be an awfully hot day. I was glad that I had gone out early to work in the garden and water the flowers. I made a mental reminder to pick some of the little figs off of the tree tomorrow morning so the rest would grow bigger. These figs are so good and they keep coming all summer and into the fall.
I went back into the house to start a load of wash and make some more zucchini bread to take down to my family tomorrow. Maybe a half hour later, I put the pans in the oven and set the timer. It was then that  I got that funny feeling that I get when I feel something is not right around here. The Prospector was gone and when he is I'm much more aware of little things. A new sound , something changes position , the gate is latched differently. It's the awareness that comes with living in the country. It's almost a 6th sense. Well..., I felt something was wrong and I went back outside. No one was coming up the road. Everything seemed in order. Then I heard it. A small rustle and movement in the garden. I walked over to the edge of the walk and looked down . The goats were at the fence near the fig tree, mulling around. I looked again and this time I saw that Brownie was not with the other goats. He was in the vegetable garden. Now I don't know if you know about GOATS but most of them will eat anything.
I flew back into the house, closed some doors to confine the pups to the living room, grabbed a leash and some (what else) zucchini. I ran out the front door and down to the veggie garden. I opened the gate and yelled. "Brownie, what are you doing in here?"
Now, Brownie is not an excitable goat. Bart gets all emotional, Freckles is shy and sweet and Murphy, well, you know about Murphy if you've been reading my blog for very long. He's the magical goat that speaks Gaelic and dances. But Brownie is always either upset about something or not talking. He's my troubled, sometimes disgruntled, "pain in the butt" goat. As I walk through the gate he greets me like a long lost friend. He prances over to me and kind of looks like..." Hi there. Did you come to join me? I just finished off one side of your fig tree and half of your beans. Come on. I'll show you." and he walked around the raised plant bed and headed  for the corner gate where the other three were waiting.
The fence near the fig tree was leaning over and touching the tree. It was fairly obvious what had happen. They had all leaned on the fence to reach the tree and when it got low enough Brownie, Mr. Opportunity, jumped over the fence. I can't believe the others didn't jump over too. If they had, my whole garden would have been gone. Considering how much Brownie did in such a short amount of time I figure that all four goats would have had all the veggies eaten in about one hour. So what was I going to do with this 150 lb. goat? How was I going to get him back into the goat run, through the gate without the other three pushing their way into the garden?
I told Brownie to stand still. He did. I think he was kind of confused about where he was and why. Goats are rather smart in an instinctive way but changes confuse them. He acted like an observer to the dilemma and just stood there. It was kind of weird.
I went over to the gate leading into the run and threw the zucchini as far up the run as I could. Frecks immediately started eating a piece. Murph' and Bart sniffed the pieces and then came back toward the fence. I got mad. I hit the fence with the leash. I guess they thought this was odd behavior for Farmlady. If a 150 lb. goat doesn't want to move, then you have a problem. I got even madder. I took the dog leash and hit the fence next to Brownie and he bolted through the gate and into the run. Thank goodness he did. I didn't have a "plan B". I went into the run and closed the gates that go into the south field so they couldn't get near the fence that was leaning into the garden. I had effectively blocked them from returning to the scene of the crime. Brownie just stood there looking at me. I said " Don't you move." and I undid the gate to the garden and walked back in, closing it behind me.
My garden looks surprisingly good after the attack. Brownie only had time to eat every fig and leaf on one side of the tree and a major strip of my pole beans. He didn't get to the zucchini or the tomatoes... or the chrysanthemums at the other end of the garden that the goats think are a delicacy.
He looks a little bloated tonight but he ate dinner and is drinking lots of water. He seems fine. What am I going to do with this goat? He just loved being the center of attention. He's the only one whose horns kept growing back until we finally gave up and let him keep them. He thinks he is the Alpha goat and Bart has deferred to Brownie on this issue. I guess that's why he was the one to jump the fence.
When I told the Prospector about what happened he was amazed that I handled the whole incident so well. I don't know why he would think otherwise. I told him... "You just have to show those goats who's the boss." He laughed.  I think we could move on to owning cattle now. Wonder if all of this would work with that Blond '38 Chevy out there. I better keep the leash handy.

I'm going  down to see my family for a few days. I will be back on Wednesday. Keep an eye on Brownie for me while I'm gone.
UPDATE: Brownie is fine this morning.  He doesn't look any worse for the garden incident. Goats are tough. So am I, it seems. The dogs didn't eat the carpet and the zucchini bread didn't burn.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The Other Woman Comes Home

We brought her home yesterday. She had her brakes fixed and some other things that make her road ready. I think she has found out that she better be nice to us  because she is becoming an expensive pleasure. The auto shop owner had a big smile on his face as we drove off. He knows we will be back.
We stopped and filled her up with gas and someone shouted as he drove by  "Nice car". We went for a little drive, together, down Main St. and around town. People notice this car. Folks wave at you and smile. We saw people giving us the thumbs up. It was kind of fun.
The Prospector drove his new love down the road  looking blatantly happy about this beautiful new woman in his life. I wondered, as I drove silently behind him taking pictures, if I need to worry about this charming addition to our family?
I knew, as I watch him drive her up the road to our house that she was probably going to be a contender...
But, I will have to admit that she looked pretty darn good in the driveway. Kind of spiffs up the place out here in the woods. I think I can hear the Andrews Sisters singing on the car radio....
Carl and Cutter were not at all convinced that this wasn't the UPS guy in disguise and looked a bit concerned. They did a lot of barking....every time they went out front.
The Bone of Contention. Do you see my Toyota Rav 4 in our garage? Does this look like a Toyota? I think not.
This morning SHE was in the garage and MY Toyota was outside parked near the fence. The Prospector did a switch when I wasn't looking. He said that he didn't want her to get sunburned.  OK! I can play this game too.  Just watch me....

Sunday, July 11, 2010

And Then There Were None.

Yesterday was the big day. My babies went out into the big world.
Two of them, with Mommy and Daddy's encouragement, left in the heat of the afternoon.
And then there were three....

The babies flew to the Mock Orange bush nearby and sat quietly, looking like they weren't sure what they just did....as if they wanted to fly back to the  cozy nest and the breathing of their siblings.








Another one fluttered it's wings and flew off. What bravery! What a big world it must be to them....
A world of wonder... and danger.... of beauty and instinct.

And then there were two...


 




This morning they were gone. "My babies" have flown out into the world. I will miss their downy little birdness, their feathered beauty and dark little eyes looking at me so trusting and new....
the noise and commotion.... the feedings and the worry.
One by one, they flew out of the nest and into the bushes. It's the way of all wild things (and children too). It's hurts a little but it's what is suppose to happen. I will take the nest down later this morning and clean out the metal tin. Later...

"Then they lift their wings, they become again a part of the untouchable clouds." ~ m. oliver ~

Goodbye little ones. Thank you for this beautiful summer of you.