Mother’s Day Activities

So, what did you do on your Mother’s Day? Any notable mentions?

I bet you I beat you in the excitement category.

After a lovely day at my mom’s, filled with ribs, salad, corn on the cob and strawberry shortcake, the fam headed back to the farm. I’ve been putting off giving the baby goats their first vaccine.; I don’t like giving shots, especially to those cuties. But it had to be done.

Barry the Adorable

So, Renaissance Man and I headed up to the barn to do the deed. I didn’t do too bad on the first three, but that last one, Barry the Adorable, did me in. He squirmed left when I went right. Then, I poked him clear through the skin, only to push the entire vaccine onto Renaissance Man’s jeans. Ugh. Now I had to do it all over again.

With hands shaking (I told you, I don’t like poking the cuties), I made my way back up to the house to find another…dah, dah, dah…needle. Sigh. Back to poking Adorable. This time I only spurted a tiny bit onto R Man’s leg. You’re suppose to get better at this as you go, aren’t you?

With the success of vaccines under our belts, Renaissance Man declared he was ready to do the baby boy castrations. Baby boy goats, that is. Just wanted to make that clear. We did not castrate any human baby boys. Our children were safe. Honest. Hee. Hee.

The “Elastrator” (Banding Gun)

Armed with his Banding Gun (okay, it was not really a gun, but it sounds impressive), R Man placed a small rubber band over the boy parts as I held the poor fellows in position. I was relieved that they didn’t cry. At first. Barry the Adorable just laid his sweet self down. Albeit completely on his side as if he’d been shot. But Gary the Weanie, let out some cute little bleats. Poor guy. They both walked pretty funny at first. But you know, who wouldn’t?

We used the “Elastrator” because well, that’s what we saw demonstrated at the Goat Conference, and just about every goat raiser we know uses one. We’ve heard about the “Emasculator”. Yes, it’s actually called this. I just can’t get myself to buy it. It just seems wrong. And don’t worry. I’ll  save you the embarrassment of explaining what it does. I just won’t talk about it. Unless you want to talk about it. Well, then that’s a different story.

So, see. You had a nice laid back, mellow Mother’s Day compared to mine. I hope you enjoyed it.

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About kathleen

I'm a stay at home chicken momma with 2 boys and a very understanding husband. In December of '09, we moved to our dream farm. I'm excited to try to become more self-sufficient. So far I have 1 rooster, 9 chickens, 2 goats (some babies on their way this spring), 1 llama, a dog, and a cat. Come along and join us, as we city-slickers figure out how to make our own homestead. You're sure to be entertained.
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7 Responses to Mother’s Day Activities

  1. Joan Porter says:

    I’m glad you didn’t do it on Father’s Day. That would just be wrong! At least you only shot the vaccine into Renaissance Man’s jeans and not his leg. If he starts to crave alfalfa I would start getting a little worried.

  2. Samurai Mom says:

    Castration on Mother’s Day doesn’t seem right….

  3. kathleen says:

    Samurai Mom, I know. It really doesn’t.

  4. kathleen says:

    Yes, I thought of the whole sticking my husband with a needle scenario. Thankfully I only poked the babies.

    I’ll keep an eye on the alfalfa cravings. 🙂

  5. kathleen says:

    Oh, oh, oooohhhhhh. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after watching that. Now THAT is just wrong. Ewwww.

  6. Mama Baer says:

    Wendy watched it too? No, I wouldn’t want to watch — poor little guys — no more chance of adorable passing on his cuteness to future generations?

    Just think of what R. man got to talk about at water cooler on Monday —

    Co-worker “What did you do for your wife on mother’s day?”

    R “I helped her castrate her goats.”

    Never in a million years would I have ever thought he would do something like that. Amazing!

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