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Monday, July 19 2010

  Sometimes there is just no justice in this world.  Want proof?

  Goats & Sheep

 In order to foil the goats in their near constant attempts to leave our property to sample the exact same foilage on the "other side of the fence,"  we are adding hotwire to existing fences.

  A solar unit was employed for the big pasture and has worked like a charm.  I got the bright idea to put hotwire around the front paddock so the sheep and goats can spend their nights outside instead of being locked in their goat prison.  So we spent the day laboring in the rain to get a hotwire up.   The problem however, was that I was in such a hurry to shock goats that I didn't think about the OTHER victims in the pasture.


 One of my favorite ewes tottered up to the fence and I held my breath. 

   The sheep escaped without as much as a spark, but the real victim was poor Briar who rushed over to bark at some cattle and a few cowbirds.  She was zapped.  There was much screaming and crying.  She ran to me.  There was more screaming and crying.  (That was me.)  I felt horrible.  Poor baby Briar . . .Poor Briar who has never climbed that fence . . . Poor Briar who guards the ungrateful goats as well as her beloved sheep.  Briar ran out of the pasture and hid in the shed.  I was in tears.  (I cussed my own stupidity!)


Blue Heeler climbed out of the back yard and climbed into the pasture to help Briar. He peed on the fence.  Guess what happened.  Poor Blue Heeler . . .  

While I was consoling Blue Heeler, Briar continued to hide in the shed.  Blue Heeler decided that it was in his best interest to leave the pasture - through the fence.  It got him again.   While my attention was focused on poor Blue Heeler (who only had Briar's best interest in his heart when he climbed into the pasture to save her), Briar came out of the shed and sat down to scratch her butt - and leaned against the fence.  There was more screaming and crying.  That was me too.  I pulled ALL the dogs out of the pasture and locked them in the back yard.  Then we returned to the pasture.  This is what we saw . . .  


This little bastard (YES!  I said it!) walked right up to the fence and touched the insulator with his nose! 

 "HEY!  I think somethin's up over here."

I was in shock!  What happened?  Two innocent dogs were zapped badly (wet dogs) and the worst culprit walked away scott free!  Where is the justice in this world???

Now I must try to convince my Livestock Guardian Dog that it's safe to go back in the pasture. I feel like such an idiot!  I feel like such a meanie!  Poor poor baby Briar . . .


 I couldn't hug her enough.  I know. I know. I shouldn't coddle her, but darn it!  I couldn't help it.  It was so unfair.  I felt horrible.  Where is the justice in this world?




Posted by: forensicfarmgirl AT 09:30 pm   |  Permalink   |  4 Comments  |  Email
I would sooo not own goats. I'll take my dummy sheep any day. (And my husband has a BMW... can you just see the problem if the goats got out and jumped on it!!?) Hey, I had my own "mini-van moment" this weekend... some Latinos showed up to buy some lambs in an open bed pickup. (Where's the crate, guys?) They hog tied those poor lambs and bundled right into the bed of that truck! OMG!
Posted by Sharon Martin-Holm on 07/19/2010 - 10:28 PM
3 of the goats are getting ready to hit the road! As soon as they are weaned, the boys are going to the sale. The two does aren't that bad, but the boys are awful about slipping underneath fences! At this point, I would be HAPPY if someone showed up in a mini-van to buy these little boogers!
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 07/20/2010 - 12:41 PM
When I first put up hotwire that was knee high, around our place, I baited those little bastards (goat talk for young buck kids) with grain. I poured grain right UNDER the hot wire and just stepped back for the show. I laughed my ass off (I'm not mean really) when they'd touch the wire, it would zap! and they'd jump back and scream. I was tired of them getting their heads stuck in the fence and screaming bloody murder. Then they started getting out. Not anymore!
Posted by shawna eubanks on 07/25/2010 - 12:42 PM
Maybe that's what I should do! It amazes me that they are so smart! I need to train them to stay off that fence! And like yours, my young ones are always getting their heads stuck and have to be rescued. It gets old. That alone is why Briar needs to be with them! At least she might keep them from getting their ears chewed off by a coyote while they are waiting for me to get them out of the fence.
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 07/25/2010 - 02:35 PM

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