On a working farm, it’s not all fun and games. *caution – real honest farm talk ahead – rewarded with cute pic*

The week has been grand, almost every single day I got to enjoy some quality time with people I don’t often get to see. Some days even more than one person!  It could have been a perfect week.

Before I get to the sad stuff, if you’re looking for more fun happy stuff – check out our facebook page for the videos of our Kid-ergarten!! www.facebook.com/littlebrownfarm

This week we’ve also had a LOT of babies (so far 16 kids on the farm!).

Sadly, one of the babies born 2 days ago wasn’t well at birth. He was born with the same condition as a doe kid born last year. We called it ‘jelly belly’ but the technical name of the condition escapes me now. In rare cases the kid can pull through, but it is nearly always fatal. They can’t absorb nutrients. Last year we were able to keep her alive for 10 days, we kept thinking she was turning a corner. This year we weren’t even able to get our hopes up. We tried. and tried. and tried. He never turned a corner (at least not a the corner we hoped).

Tonight it was clear he was not going to improve.

We had tried our hardest, with out best knowledge and skills available. It was time to let go. We were able to provide him with some pain relief and continued to hold him. Just over two hours of snuggling in my arms and he peacefully drew his last breath. I know we did what we could, but it still breaks my heart.

It doesn’t matter what he was destined for, whether he would have been a pet, a breeding buck or a meat wether. He was a life. A life worth fighting for. And a loss felt.

Some breeders have different opinions, I often say there are as many different opinions about raising goats as there are people that raise them. I know of people that dispatch (yes, kill) their male goats at birth to avoid the expense of raising them and hardship of finding homes for them. This is not the correct way for us.

Clearly we don’t run our farm the most cost-effective way. We run our farm in alignment with our principles… often not to our financial benefit.

But our goats love us for it and for tonight that is what I can hold onto, and THAT is enough for me.

Whisper - Close up!

Whisper... She's ready for her close up!

Thanks for letting me share, even with a heavy heart.


About Chief Milkmaid

A former executive, now goatmilker and cheesemaker, I am the Chief Milkmaid of the Little Brown Farm.
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4 Responses to On a working farm, it’s not all fun and games. *caution – real honest farm talk ahead – rewarded with cute pic*

  1. Thank you for holding him and loving him. Sometimes that is all we can do. I know it breaks your heart to loose a critter, because you love them so much. For his short life at least, he must have known he was loved. I will pray for you and Tom tonight.

  2. Nancy Robinson says:

    Awww. Vicky. I’m so sorry that you lost this precious little one. I’m sure he knew he was wrapped in love for the short time he was on this earth. Bless you for being the caring goat mom you are. It’s why I love you.

  3. Kassandra says:

    You are right he was a life no matter how fragile. Sadly (as you know) there are always those we can’t save despite our hard work and dedication.

    It takes a special strength to know where that ‘line’ is and when its time to stop fighting and just let them go.

    *HUGS* to you and if you need an ear you know how to reach me 😉

  4. I imagine he was comforted by being held in your arms and knew you had done your best. A sad fact of life to be sure, but makes you appreciate the ones who make it even more and makes me appreciate all the love that has gone into every bit of cheese you produce.

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