As soon as Turkey hen saw me let out the dogs, she hopped off of her perch on top of the coop. She and the 2 Quineas were wtg attentively at the coop door for their breakfast as I arrived to open the doors of plenty. The ducks and chickens rushed out for a drink, the others rushed in for a snack. Murray was brooding the rear corner nest and from his pelvic thrusts? appeared to be attempting to add to the number of eggs ‘under’ his care, so to speak. All the while, Mama Mosquovy was trying to keep the marauding hordes from trampling her nest right smack in the middle of the coop, even tho she did move it over near the bottom of one of the roostings ladders being utilized for traffic control. Having survived with my feet intact, Meems continued her morning escort duties by following me to the walk gate entrance of Gurdy Goat Gulch.
Donkeys and Goats:
Upon reaching the narrow walk gate to Gurdy Goat Gulch, I paused to peruse the vast herds of livestock covering 7 separate land holdings of fenced acreage. I searched the herds for strays, for mates responding to the snorting and blubbering attention of the amorous bucks, and for the feverishly hopefull flagging wagging of the does’ tail begging the boys to “come hither” and answer their burning calls for a few passionate moments. I also searched for any unusual movements or calls within the herds alerting me that something was amiss in the smooth balance we always strive to maintain.
Morning Farm Report-Donkeys & Goats:
Making mental notes for later follow-up while also reviewing the Early Morning Farm Report’s Follow-up notes, we are welcomed to the Gulch (aka Main Barn Aisle) by the immedate arrival of our Junior Jack, Anthony. While he is always seeking hands-on attention, he is also very attentive to any movement that may pose a threat to his charges as he is one of several Herd Guardians. As Tony directed his now hurried patter of hoofbeats in my direction, anyone in his way was deftly driven aside. Only 3 other In-pen Herd Guardians would deflect his mission at the moment. A handsome jet black and tall drink of llama was usually given wide berth by Tony and his parents who were comfortably assigned to another pasture today. As Tony made his way thru the Gulch, a standing question piqued my memory. As I entered the walk gate and began Tony’s “meeting” ritual of head first back scratches. Entranced by the warm autumn sun, a full belly, and after parting the sea of livestock in the Gulch to obtain his morning spa treatment massage, I followed his spine down his back, over his hips, and as I heartily distracted him with a tailhead scrub, I leaned over to check our jack’s lease on a full set of the family jewels…..
and found that his lease had already expired. In their place were 2 small slightly rounded, skin only, residual scrotal sacks, not large enough except for an almond each. Being 2-ish years old, he would have had a prominent collection of jewels if his lease was still active. Making note to advise new ‘standing by to receive’ owner.
Morning Farm Report-Donkeys & Goats:
As my attention swung to Tony’s parents, they arrived in unison, at the front of their enclosure, also having parted th he livestock sea wigh their targeted movement. Sara, being a *very* pregnant jenny had resumed her usual place next to her mates side. She had been disappearkng at tkmes over the last couple days, presumably to begin her search for a suitable nest. Either she has found it and returns to biding her time, or it wasn’t that imminent and thus has resumed a waiting stance.
While scratching donkey’s backs is a favorite activities of theirs, there are other creatures, pastures, and issues to look in to. As I turn on my heel to move on, I observe Tony’s deflated euphoria at the end of his spa treatment which is now taken out on any creature in his path, especially our smallest and newest arrival, Domino, a half grown Fainting goat and the targeted ‘whipping boy’ for any pssture he’s in. He scrambles out of Tony’s path, only to get bounced like a pinball by 2 different does whose path he crossed escaping from Tony. Having finally found relative safety at the far end of the Gulch, he laid down to secumb to the warming sun. Make note to add more dog kennel sanctuaries to Domino’s pens for “Demilitarized Zones”.
Quick conclusion to Morning Far Report: Reign (a Savanna buck) is in season according to Dapples (a dappled Boer buck).
Misty must be in season according to Tigger. She also has a dirty or bloody entrance to her vulva which will need a closer look.
Whereas, no breeding activity between Archie, Betty and Veronica, the only goats actually expected to be breeding at this time.
(The morning farm report texted to me by our farm partner)