That was alot of cows.

I don't know why they insist on doing this to me but we averaged 88 cows an hour overall, BUT the first two hours... we ran through 110 cows an hour.

I was really glad to see those big heavy milkers come in the barn with the grade A string. It's like having a really nice break. It takes a long time to get 65 pounds of milk out of a girl.

Gatekeeper

What sad sad news. Our longtime friend and the reason we have dairy goats lost her husband on Tuesday. We lost the doe we got from them, who started all this madness, in Feb. Her husband got sick in Feb and lost his fight this week. We have kept in sporadic contact for the last 7.5 years. We always see them at shows and catch up. They were a lovely couple, and she is a nice lady.

When I heard I immediately sent her an e-mail and prayed she hadn't changed it since we last talked. I told her how sorry I was, but that now I knew Peaches had a great tender until we could join her ourselves.

She e-mailed me right back. Asking about Peaches. Offering us her togg herd. Which I hands down offered to take. So much for downsizing. So funny what people find comfort in. A quick conversation about something totally unrelated to the tragedy at hand can be like a little break in the storm. So it looks like the Peaches clan will reign again. Not that they don't already. I did have to ask to not get anything to closely related to Abra, Peaches' mom, since everything I own can go back to Peaches, with the exception of one doe and her two kids.

The nice thing about waking up early is I get so much done before I would even normally be UP.

I woke up an hour before my alarm went off and by the time it did I already had all my paperwork done, the milk samples ready to ship, my meds taken, blogs read, and babies fed. Right now it's just about the time we would normally go to milk and Greg is loading the car so we can go milk and then get feed.

And this weather could make up it's mind for fucks sake.

I mean I'm ok with the fact it rained. We did need it, it dried out way too soon for my liking, but 1.5" in a DAY... people.. NOOOOO we did not need to go from 0-60 in .50 sec. And yeterday? Fucking Lovely.... where was I? In a barn with 636 of my closest 4 legged friends. At least they are calm pretty girls to look at. *sigh*

Today I want to catch 2 yearlings (goats) because we have a show in a week and they are wild as hell... and the weather can't make up it's mind. Rain or Sun.... hummmm lets keep them guessing ALL morning. I mean it is only 8:40 but sheesh people I don't have ALL day. Well ok actually I do... but SHHH.

Red letter day.

Clipper blades are back
Registration I applied for on Sat is back
Paycheck was sitting here with I got home

And I found a milker to cover my goats while I'm out of town to show at Red Bluff. So now I think I'll show both days. Sarah?

For Sarah-

Found a feed suplement and am just starting on week 2. So far so good and the goats LOVE it! Rice bran pellets. 12.9% protein and 11.2% fat. I'm seeing a start to slick and shiney already. That's saying something for how hairy those toggs are.

Some lady may be calling you, I gave her your number, she's looking for brush/pets. She's the lady who's boers I had for a while, she's safe.
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It's so much easier when it's just an update.

Yet it still will take me all year to get around to it.

I think I'll be seeing pedigrees in my sleep tonight.

Now on with the picture taking and loading of those, because really? Some of those goats are 3 years old for gods sake. I should have a freakin' picture by now.

Yet this keeps me from what I really don't want to do and that's unpack my shipping boxes.

*achhoooo*

Wow I should come around and dust a little more often. Sorry for the absence. I just haven't had a lot to say that I haven't said already. Just been doing the same ol same ol.

Been feeling better-ish. Every day is different. We did have to take me off one of the drugs they were hoping would be a huge help for me because it actually made my breathing worse.

My last dr's appointment went about how I expected. I'm marginally better but there is no room to really gain much with the amount of permanent damage to my lungs. As in, there is no mucus to clear out to gain capacity, my lungs have rotted away similar to emphysema without the total hardening. I have major inflammation and that's what we are trying to find a happy balance with.

In three months we decide which (not if) transplant team I'll be joining. I'm hoping to be able to stay at my current hospital. However in these economic times it seems unlikely they will find the grants they need to start their unit as they hoped. So it looks like I'll join UCSF and at least get hooked up, it's not that they'll put me right on the list, though my DR thinks that shouldn't be a problem. I'm a prefect candidate.

Frankly the thought of the transplant doesn't bother me at all, I'm rather looking forward to new lungs, but the switching doctors. OMG! I'd rather eat nails.

So there you have it. It's starting into show season, on one of my busiest working months, and I'm totally unprepared. I also don't want to run myself into the ground. I rather like breathing, though it is fairly overrated.

This years kids have me wanting to pull my hair out. They are all very nice and I can't pick just 5. I think I'll toss their numbers in a hat and draw. I think i can chalk this season up to a success. *knock on wood*

*because I said that they will all die in the heat. 100 on my front porch in the sun. screw this!