Showing posts with label Old English Goat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old English Goat. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

New from M+B games



Enthusiasm is prerequisite for the smallholder. You need stacks of it, an unlimited supply of the stuff to force you out of bed some mornings to brave the elements and tend your animals. Luckily in the sunshine the enthusiasm capacitors are recharged very quickly which is why I have decided that milking the goat is a good idea. Good idea, no, great idea, why pretty soon I will be making goats cheese, feeding the surplus to the pigs and perhaps even bathing in the stuff as an ex colleague who saw a picture of me on the website sent a very encouraging e mail the other day. You are looking old. Just that. Cheers!


Anyway with enthusiasm bordering on the delusional I decided the Old English Goat, Juliet had sponged off Rock HQ enough, she might have provided us with two nanny kids to sell, she might be a very efficient weed clearing machine but her primary role was, when given a berth here, to provide us with milk. As was her sister June, who opted out of the milk project by exploding. Yes goats explode, look back over the pages to find how and when.


The how to milk goats book is a great help, and had I followed it I would have forked out a fortune on stainless steel apparatus to collect, sieve and cool the precious liquid in.(Hundreds of pounds) I would also have constructed a milking bench to save my back and not allowed what was supposed to be a goat dairy at the back of the stables to become another home for another horse.


What the smallholder really needs if they want milk from their goat is the patience of Jobe, the flexibility of a Russian Gymnast, the speed and reflexes of a panther and a fridge that has a lot of milk in it already because in the unlikely event of you being able to squeeze a few drops out out the writhing udder it is more than likely to be rendered undrinkable by the goats hoof, or hair, snot, bogies and numerous other foreign bodied that float happily in the jug.


First job is to lull the goat into a false sense of security that nothing bad is going to happen with a bucket of goats favourite munchies. (cost 50p) Dangerous pointy ends of goat are now facing away from you you approach udder in prescribed manner as per book. Remove goats right left leg from jug and shake out bits. Approach udder again. Remove both legs from jug. Stand up and straighten out back muscles. Empty jug. Hold goat against fence with your left leg, secure goats right leg in your right pocket, reach around smelly dangerous end carefully, approach udder and take hold of teat. Yelp in pain as sharp pointy end makes its self known, consider repairs for trousers (£14.99) Consider shooting goat ( 47p) Stand up, straighten back muscles.


Finally, grip teat firmly and resisting temptation to yank down hard to teach devil goat a lesson squeeze gently, first five squeeze are waste, do not attempt to catch them as they are full of nasty bacteria. Squeezes six to ten are range finding squeezes, ensuring milk hits jug held strategically out of range of goats hoof and bottom. Squeezes ten to empty are yours. Once one side of the udder is empty stand up, cry in pain because of need for osteopath (£35 a session) bend and attempt to milk other side.


Repeat above game of Goat Twister until one or both of you gets bored. Goat wins game if it can eat food without providing enough milk for a cup of coffee. You win if you gamble, risking the enough gathered for a cup of coffee and risk losing it all to get enough for your morning cornflakes.


I have run the gauntlet twice in 24 hours and so far collected a whole wine glass full of milk. The how to make cheese book is flawed, its measurements are in litres, wheres the millilitre conversion table when you need one.


Cost effective? Not really.


More fun than going to the shops?


Definitely. As long as the sun shines.


Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Needs must!

After all the trouble the goats give me and the effort I go to to keep them out of the garden it might seem strange that today I chose to take Juliet and Bravo with me while I planted out the courgettes and sorted the tomato greenhouse.

While I was otherwise engaged they made short work of the weeds that have got a bit out of hand in the raised beds that are being rested and the brambles around the pig pen. It worked a treat, I would like to claim the idea as my own but all good ideas at Rock HQ stem from Tracey.

Mind you I watched them like a hawk, like that saying goes, keep your friends close and your enemies closer still!

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

The Fab Four!

Ambrose looking good!
June with Ambrose and Archie.


Juliet cuddled up to Aggie and Annabel.



Its good news, all four kids have survived the first 24 hours and all have I promise you already grown! The Fab Four are bouncing around the stable as I type. June, the hornless version of The Old English Goat has got over her fright at having two kids fall out of her backside and now stands still to accommodate their feeding. Yesterday was a different matter when she turned around or walked off every time the two lads tried to feed.

We had seen this before, last year a Ryeland ewe we have called Easter gave birth to twins in the early hours. Unfortunately I went to bed after making sure they had arrived safely, I was dog tired. What I should have done was make sure that they had fed, if they don't eat in the first hour they tend to die. This is exactly what happened, after six hours following the teat the poor lambs collapsed exhausted. We managed to get colostrum, a very special milk mix full of anti bodies down their necks but one of them, Primrose, died late in the evening.
Daffodil on the other hand thrived and is our fattest ever lamb and despite protestations she has avoided becoming lamb chops and is now a pet. As you can see she has learned a lot from last weeks escapade when she got herself stuck in the fence, this time she has got herself tangled in some wire that I meant to clear up but didn't. This was soon remedied and a reminder that I should keep the yard tidy.






Back to the goats, Ambrose, they all have names now, well he couldn't get to feed as June was all over the place so we had to milk her and get him to eat. This was not an easy or stress free operation but we managed to get a plastic tube down him and put 250ml of colostrum milk into him in two feeds without him drowning. He fell asleep but it didn't look too hopeful.
4am he was bouncing around.
7am he was feeding from his Mum.
Its great when you can give nature a helping hand.

Monday, 16 February 2009

Waiting game

This is a family portrait, June on the left, Bravo and Juliet in the right, they are Old English Goats which as it happens are another rare breed. It seems that these, not these, but the breed were common and popular amongst 19th century farmers and small holders as they are hardy and eat most vegetation. Apparently there are only 1000 or so registered goats in the UK, and we are lucky enough to have three with what seems like at least another four on the way because June and Juliet are about to give birth.

Exciting times at Rock HQ!
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