to avoid posting about something that MIGHT happen, that i HOPE might happen, that i WANt to happen. Instead, report on the days events, occurances…WHEN they are happening or Have happened.
There is a better way to say this, but oh well….
For example. Last eve at Feed Time, i was late, i was SHOCKED. There was little Jack Flash…the whole side of his face, down his nose and onto his throat, covered with Red Red RED congealing BLOOD.
Dog Trainer Jan had banded his horn buds. It's one of a few ways to deal with horns. She'd never done it this way before. It was partially successful. One of his horn tips Did wither and fall off about a month ago, but still leaving about an inch of vital stump. The second horn, the band had scooted upward and only the top half of the horn was withering….but it seemed that it might be ok enough. A Wait and See. The only other thing to do would be to totally re-band both, close to the skull and by this age, it would take much longer and the possibility of success diminished.
Goats, male and female all have horns. Goats, male and female all have scent glands at the base of their horns or where their horns might have been. They are forever rubbing their heads on Things, Each Other, and here, ME. To mark. To Claim. To Say….I am Me.
Something happened for Jack Flash. It was close to dark and he wouldn't let me near him. Nothing to do but wait.
So i came in. wrote the post and following my own Rule, didn't talk about it. He would either be Dead in the morning, all weakened so i could help him, maybe, or just Fine ish. I woke often in the night.
This morning i dreaded going out. But as luck would have it, he was Fine ish and somehow had even rubbed off all that Blood.
REPRIEVE
it's the one on the left in the pic, his right
him and his Old Companion Gideon…double click….doin what they do
Old Man Gideon
double click all of these
how we keep Good Company if we are a Goat
the walnut cloth that was left. Forgotten. to rot
Jaxson. I still call him Fate. We followed our most deep instinct. Here he IS. Just Going.
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