Corbin and I have recently been allowed to ride our bike to a nearby park named Q'elium, it's more like National Forest, and hike for a couple hours. We have had so much fun. We have found a couple of geocaches. Looking for geocaches is like a Treasure Hunt. They are hidden pretty much anywhere, in any terrain. Both of the ones we found were right off the main trail, but were so hidden that it took us a while to find them. Inside the geocache is articles that people can trade (i.e.) if you find something that you like, you can take it out and put something else in.

We climbed up steep rocks, through shallow rivers, and took each others pictures in front of the waterfall.

Not long after three of the Killdeer eggs hatched, I was sent to take a book to one of our neighbors. I rode my bike, and on the way back noticed a dead bird on the road. It had been hit by a car and was quite flat :( When I bent down to look at it, I noticed it was one of the baby killdeers. I then went over to check the nest and see if the remaining egg had hatched. It had and both parents were busy taking care of their two youngens. I bent down and talked to it. One of the parents noticed that a "stranger" was too close to their babies and set up an alarm. The other parent quickly did as well and came running across the horse pasture. I wasn't much of a stranger to them, since I had checked on the nest several times during the 'setting' period, but still...they had to follow their instincts. I left so as not to cause the parents more alarm. A few days later, two more chicks died. One of the parents disappeared as well. The remaining parent and chick stuck close together and were happy and content for another couple days. Then one day, I saw the parent, but no chick was in sight. I was busy and figured that it was in the ditch or flower bed where I couldn't see very well. Later, we found out that Corbin had seen it in a hole in the ground alongside a pipe. The chick couldn't get out, since the hole was so skinny so Corbin tried to get it out and couldn't. The chick went under a slab of concrete, so now we couldn't see it either. We didn't lose hope and kept checking it every little while. Then finally the chick stepped out from underneath the slab of concrete, so I could see it again. It was struggling, trying to climb up the pipe. I reached down and slid my fingers under it. Then when I tried to bring it up, it fell forward slightly, so now it was getting stuck in-between the pipe and ground. I slid a wire down and under its bill and lifted its bill gently up. Then slid it out. It was sooo weak, it was like a brandnew chick again. It recovered though quickly and is now following its parent around the pasture.

We have a pair of killdeers that built a nest in our horse pasture. We spotted the nest on June 18 and have kept an eye on it ever since. Our family had given up on them ever hatching, but two days ago, on of the eggs hatched! The next evening, there were three eggs hatched, and this afternoon, the last chick emerged from its shell. It was still rather weak and damp. Such darling things! So small, yet they look so much like their parents!

Our neighbors generously offered to let us pick cherries and pears on their property. We couldn't let this opportunity slip pass us. So, Kayla and Calvin picked 2-4 gallons of cherries during this past week, then this Saturday, we all got ready, and walked down th to our neighbor's property. They own two cherry trees and one pear tree. (The pears aren't ripe yet.) That evening we picked 8 gallons of pears!

Hi! my name is Target, not because my 'mommy' had any intentions on using me for meat, but because of my markings. I am very colorful, sweet, and growing fast!! I will be a great buck when I am older. Okay, that is all I have to say for myself :-) Hello, my name is Jordan and I am the 'mommy' of Target. I already have two bucks and can't keep any more. His line has always had great milk producers. Target is 2 1/2 months old & growing big very quickly. He will need to be moved into the buck pen soon as I do not want an accidental breeding with my does, so if he can be moved to his new home before the older ones rub their scent onto him, I would like that very much. I have his 'real' mom and dad on site plus some of his sisters and have pictures of his grandparents. $75 All reasonable offers considered.

Today, I have sold one of my Toggenburgs. She was a yearling, produced wonderfully, and was very loving. I just have too many goats to keep them all.
Next year I am looking at having 9 goats give birth, which very well could give me 20babies! Anyways, the family that bought are wonderful and will give her a lot of care and love, besides letting her play with all their sheep!

The hens have earnestly begged me to post a story about them....oh, and the rooster doesn't want to be left out either. :-) Our family has a tradition of letting one or more hens sit on eggs each spring. This year was no different. Kayla who was in charge of gathering the eggs, left certain ones under the broody hens. I forgot to warn her that we shouldn't switch the eggs around, so some of the eggs got started a couple days later then the first ones. Three weeks later, Midnight hatched an egg. That evening, Mercy, the other hen, got off with one chick and left her other eggs to get cold. I took Mercy's remaining eggs and placed then under Midnight. Midnight sat on them for another day, then got off the nest with her three chicks. I took the remaining eggs and put them in the incubater. One chick began to hatch, but then died that night, because there wasn't enough humidity, so when I heard another chick begin to hatch, I went ahead and opened it. We have had to open eggs in the past before, so I wasn't too nervous about doing it, except that this one didn't have any hole yet. I carefully opened it and pulled the shell, then the membranes off all the while talking to it. I read on the Internet that it is best to pull some shell off then put the chick back in the incubater for 20+ minutes, then pull some more off. It was already 9:30 pm and I was tired, so I did it all in one sitting. The umbilical cord started to bleed, so I applied some Quick Stop, which helped. This chick was weak and didn't move much and breathed hard, so I thought that it was going to die. The next morning, Mom came into my room. I heard some peeping coming from her hand and sure enough, the chick was wobbily sitting on Mom's hand!!! I spent some time praising God for his blessing and mercy in letting us raise this chick. I named her ( I hope it's a her) Patience. Patience follows me around the yard, flies onto my lap, and chases bugs that I point out to her!!!! She is so special I hope she lives for many many years and gives me lots of eggs in the meantime! Mercy and Midnight took turns caring for the chicks, until one day, when Mercy got selfish and beat up Midnight, we had to put her back in with all the other adult chickens. So, I think that I have fulfilled the wish of the hens and rooster to post their story on here! The eggs came from these hens.

When my Great-grandpa died, my brother, Corbin and Mom flew down to Denver, Colorado, for the funeral. Corbin took his 100 year old banjo that Great-grandpa had given him to play at the funeral. I stayed home to watch my two younger siblings, Kayla and Calvin, tend to the animals and the house. It was a lot of fun, but a lot of work as well! One day, I looked out the window and much to my dismay, saw a coyote very near to us. It was in our neighbor's field, but was as close as it could get to my goats as it could. I went outside after telling Kayla and Calvin to stay in the house, took our two bigger dogs and a tool that is like a hoe and headed out after it. The coyote ran to the back of the neighbor's field when he saw us, then started to run towards our field, despite the dogs barking at him. I then opened the gate between our field and the neighbors and let the dogs go. They chased after him hard, but as soon as they smelled him, they quit and just watched the coyote run around them! So, I started out after them. The coyote finally jumped the fence, then began running down the road one way, then the other way, then into a driveway and back into a field. After a while he left, for which I was glad!! The evening before Mom and Corbin were supposed to fly back, Valentines was showing signs of an approaching birth. So much so, that I didn't think that Mom was going to be able to get back in time to see it. The next morning, which was Saturday, Mom and Corbin made it on the flight (they fly as standbys) which was going to get them home at 1:00. I stayed home when Dad went to go pick them up at the airport. Valentines was moving along very slowly according to what most of my goats do. Some of the signs that Valentines was showing, if they had been on almost any other goat of mine, would have meant that the babies would have born early that morning. At 2:00 pm, Dad arrived home with Mom and Corbin. Mom came out to see me and Valentines. Another while went by, then I finally went into the house to eat lunch. I changed out of my 'barn' clothes and into a beautiful dress that I had sewed. I had just barely sat down to enjoy a relaxing lunch when Kayla came running in shouting "Valentines is laying down and baaing and I think that she is having a baby!" I quickly got up and not bothering to change again, hurried outside. There was Valentines with her baby's head out. Corbin called some friends that wanted to see this birth. They didn't quite make it, but they loved seeing the babies take their first wobbly steps. Then the Hahners came over and watched me milk the goats and feed the babies. They bought their first 'milk' goats from me and so wanted to learn how to milk and take care of newborn babies. Val's baby boy was born with a couple of issues. First, he walked on the heels of his back legs. Second, he had an overbite. Thirdly, he had an eye problem. The eye went through several changes. First, it had a milky blueish/whitish over 3/4 of it. Then it had a red rim around the border of the eye. Then, it looked normal, but when I looked closly at it, it had a marbly look. Then, lastly, it went normal. So, we thought that it would be approriate to name him, 'Miracle'. These changes took a couple of weeks to complete. The little girl was born with no problems. I named her, Unity.

Unity is the brown one. Miracle is the black one.

Birch had a very start and stop labor. I would be just ready to dial the home phone when she would relax. Then a couple minutes later, she would be pushing again. I tried to time the contractions, but even the time between them would flucuate. Finally though, she was pushing close enough together, that I called Mom and she came out to watch. After starting and stopping several times, she pushed out a baby. Mom remarked that 'Target' would be a very nice name for it. I replied that the name would fit because it was a boy. Then Birch pushed out a girl that I named Jeminna. They both were beautiful and healthy. I am planning on keeping Jeminna.

Next morning, bright and early, I got up to go out and milk. I saw immediatly that milking would have to wait a bit, as Kasaw was in the process of having a baby! The baby bag was visible, so I called my family on the cell phone and brought Kasaw into the birthing stall. Kasaw didn't seem to know she was in labor, she just would walk around a bit then squat a bit, then walk around some more. She never made a sound, except when she wanted me to stay with her. When Mom got out, she advised me to check the other pens out and make sure that Kasaw hadn't given birth to a baby before I got out there. I did that & when I passed the pen where we were keeping Cherokee by herself, I said jokingly. "Maybe a baby jumped over the gate to see Cherokee". I peeked in and there was Cherokee dead. What a damper on a day that was supposed to be joyful. The only thing that I could think of was "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, Blessed be the name of the Lord." I went back in with Kasaw and delivered a little boy. Mom thought that that was the only baby, but I was convinced that there was another. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Kasaw had a little girl! The friends that saw Grommette's birth bought them and named them Cow and Cappuchina.

The morning after the episode of finding lice on Cherokee and taking precautionary measures, so the other goats wouldn't get them, Grommette's udder filled up. I called some friends who had asked me to please let them come over and watch a kidding and set up all the articles needed for a birthing. At 10:00, Grommette began pushing, just as my friends showed up. The birth went uneventfully, for which I was thankful and a couple hours later, my friends went home. They had really enjoyed the birth & had learned a lot. Grommette had three kids in quick succession. Two boys and a girl. The girl we named Gloria, the boys Granite and Gopher. Some things that I have observed with Grommette are that she always gives birth 3 days late and at 10:00 am & that two babies are almost identical and the third is different! When my friend's were leaving, I checked Kasaw out, who was due one day after Grommette, and her udder was filling up!!! I moved some older babies into a pen that used to be occupied with chickens, moved Grommette and her youngens into the pen that the older kids were, and got the birthing stall ready for Kasaw...