You always think what if I had been there to give her shots would it have made a difference? Many cattle make it on their own or with the help of anitbiotics, why not her since she was in prime physical condition? The breeder even commented several time on the fact of how good she looked when she arrived. The very least, we could have shot her, ending her misery sooner but What If's dont' change the facts. I lost my favorite yak and I morn her still though it was the 15 of September when she died. When I read on the Internet that most cattle recover, I wonder why my sweet girl didn't? Lord, what was I to learn from this? Then again Job, in the Bible, was probably saying the same thing. Not that I'm suffering in anyway to his level. I still feel sorely tried.
Gracie is supposedly pregnant. She's bred anyway but she wasn't much to look at and her personality is cantankerous. It was my Jasmine which I loved and had such high hopes for and Gracie was going to be sent down the road in a year or two. Now she is all that is left so why since I don't really like her can't I let go?
Why she wasn't bit by the Midge fly that killed Jasmine is a mystery since they are never very far apart. This year hundreds of deer, especially white-tail deer have died in our area from the viral disease. One man told Kirk he found 18 dead deer on his place over an hour south of us. Why such a disease now when we have so few flies because we are in such a severe drought? I think it has been 8 years now that we've been without much water. The 300 foot and greater water wells which are the least depth you have to go to find water are running low and the ground is parched down deep.
So if you hear me shout whoo hoo to the freezing cold weather we've been having, you'll know I cheer for the death of thousands. Thousands of flies that is.
Can you imagine a year where you didn't fight flies like crazy in the barnyard? This was such a year. I didn't even hang a sticky strip let alone a fly trap. Didn't need to and yet, this happens.
At least it wasn't Anthrax that she had, which was the other option the vet thought. Droughts raise it's ugly head too. Did you know it can sit in the ground for 60 years and to then be uncovered. As much dust as we've had in the air this summer, that doesn't surprise me. The close cropping of vegetation due to short grass can be one way of the inhalation of the spores by animals.
Yes, neither disease is typically spread from animal to animal and we are thankful that the breeders animals did not also come down with this disease though he lives near the river on the other side of the state.
She has continued to have trouble especially around kidding time. I think due to this beginning problem and as breeding season approaches, I wonder if we should even try for I'm not sure she will have any milk and before she reaches that point, will her aching legs stand the added weight. Her feet don't look that bad right now though worse than a month ago, so what's up? My Chicory can moan and groan about her problems so is it really serious or not? I might take her to the vet but I had a kid from the vets ask me what was wrong with his goat. The vets were all way off. They don't treat many goats in this country and so have little knowledge in that area. It isn't a resource I have much faith in.
Chicory can make it up on the milking stand without too much trouble and despite very little milk, I still keep massaging and emptying her udder. I had something mysterious like this happen to another goat years ago. Her feet were fine but her udder did the same thing. I sent a milk sample in to the state lab and no bacteria was found. A few months later she died.
This has been a double tough year starting way last winter. Yet when I'm feeling like crying out, "Lord, I can't take anymore." I remember, "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, praise be the name of the Lord."
And indeed the Lord taketh my Sherman, Jasmine, my Mary Margaret, and maybe even our Chicory but he gaveth us Cory and next month a sow will arrive for the freezer and today my hubby and son both got a cow elk to add to our meat supply. So at the end of the day, when I tally things up, I may at first see all the many trials that presently afflict us but then I count the blessings and see they far out weigh our problems. We are truly blessed. The Lord hasn't for a moment forgotten us. May I always remember that bent knees keeps me humble and gratitude keeps my feet progressing forward.