Post by stormy on Apr 13, 2007 22:09:35 GMT
the first real memory i have of growing up with nature was the goats.
We had always had goats, even before i was born.
all the goats we had were female, we never kept the males. we sold them.
our goats would go and see their boyfriend who lived in a farm not far from us.
he would get his wicked way with them. ;D
At that age cows milk was only given to me at nursery, i grew up on goats milk.
the first goat i remember was called maybell (she was daughter of april the 1st who i cant remember that much of, i do remember her being a bit of an old bag, her milk was always strong and tended to go off quite quickly, her milk made good cheese.
You didnt go into the field with her.
even though our goats were tethered they still got away sometimes and she would chase you down the yard.
maybelle had 9 billies and 8 nannies in her life, we kept two of those, one called tulip and the other called april the 2nd. tulip only lived a year, again i was a bit young and cant remember why she died.
maybelle died at the ripe old age of 9 yrs which wasnt that bad really.
lets just say i didnt miss her.
april the 2nd was just like her mum as far as tembers go, but by then i could control her a little better.
i was 10 then ;D
her milk was very sweet, i grew up on her milk and readybreak only tasted any good with aprils the 2nds milk.
i remember staying at a mates house and her mum making me ready break, i couldnt eat it, it was horrible, it just wasnt like my mum made it.
My mum also made yogurt and milkshake with her milk, with real fruit, it was very yummy.
when april was about 4 years old she had bertha.
i was about 13 then, it was my mums birthday, hense the name (birth her) ;D. Bertha was the only goat that april didnt reject, which meant it was rather easy for us.
maybe it was my age, but she was my favorite, we would take her for walks in the woods and she would eat everything you gave her ;D
We always de budded our goats horns, but poor bertha had a boob done, they missed one of her horns, so she grew up with just one horn.
bertha grew up to be a good mum, though she did reject after they came back from the vets. they loose that baby smell you see.
most the other goats we had rejected they kids almost straight away and they had to be bottle fed from birth.
she died in at the great age of nearly 15. she was still giving milk even then, her last kidding was in 94.
i found this is the animal journel
written by my mum.
in the morning of the 13th of march 2000 we found april in the shed, she had been looking a bit sad a few days ago but had picked up a little.
we burried her in the paddock. she was 14 years and 11 months, she was a smashing goat and we will miss her lots
so we had only one goat. bertha was still alive and still as feisty as ever.
bertha died at the ripe old age of 18 years and 39weeks in 2002.
we dont have goats now, we wish we did sometimes, buts its very hard to come accross them down here, down south, people have goats for shows, they frown upon tethering them and having them for milk, most have them as pets now.
of course we missed our chance to breed the last from bertha.
when i can work out how to put up pictures i will pop some up of the goats.
We had always had goats, even before i was born.
all the goats we had were female, we never kept the males. we sold them.
our goats would go and see their boyfriend who lived in a farm not far from us.
he would get his wicked way with them. ;D
At that age cows milk was only given to me at nursery, i grew up on goats milk.
the first goat i remember was called maybell (she was daughter of april the 1st who i cant remember that much of, i do remember her being a bit of an old bag, her milk was always strong and tended to go off quite quickly, her milk made good cheese.
You didnt go into the field with her.
even though our goats were tethered they still got away sometimes and she would chase you down the yard.
maybelle had 9 billies and 8 nannies in her life, we kept two of those, one called tulip and the other called april the 2nd. tulip only lived a year, again i was a bit young and cant remember why she died.
maybelle died at the ripe old age of 9 yrs which wasnt that bad really.
lets just say i didnt miss her.
april the 2nd was just like her mum as far as tembers go, but by then i could control her a little better.
i was 10 then ;D
her milk was very sweet, i grew up on her milk and readybreak only tasted any good with aprils the 2nds milk.
i remember staying at a mates house and her mum making me ready break, i couldnt eat it, it was horrible, it just wasnt like my mum made it.
My mum also made yogurt and milkshake with her milk, with real fruit, it was very yummy.
when april was about 4 years old she had bertha.
i was about 13 then, it was my mums birthday, hense the name (birth her) ;D. Bertha was the only goat that april didnt reject, which meant it was rather easy for us.
maybe it was my age, but she was my favorite, we would take her for walks in the woods and she would eat everything you gave her ;D
We always de budded our goats horns, but poor bertha had a boob done, they missed one of her horns, so she grew up with just one horn.
bertha grew up to be a good mum, though she did reject after they came back from the vets. they loose that baby smell you see.
most the other goats we had rejected they kids almost straight away and they had to be bottle fed from birth.
she died in at the great age of nearly 15. she was still giving milk even then, her last kidding was in 94.
i found this is the animal journel
written by my mum.
in the morning of the 13th of march 2000 we found april in the shed, she had been looking a bit sad a few days ago but had picked up a little.
we burried her in the paddock. she was 14 years and 11 months, she was a smashing goat and we will miss her lots
so we had only one goat. bertha was still alive and still as feisty as ever.
bertha died at the ripe old age of 18 years and 39weeks in 2002.
we dont have goats now, we wish we did sometimes, buts its very hard to come accross them down here, down south, people have goats for shows, they frown upon tethering them and having them for milk, most have them as pets now.
of course we missed our chance to breed the last from bertha.
when i can work out how to put up pictures i will pop some up of the goats.