Mikey: Candidate for MIT

Mikey is no rocket scientist.

There is a reason he is enrolled in freezer camp.
Gonna get him the T-Shirt, and everything.

Mikey seems to have trouble with the concept of field fencing.
These days, we are pulling his head out about twice a day.

The youngest faction of The Krew came for a visit last week, and all the children were running around outside. 

At some point, CBear came into the kitchen, and very calmly and politely asked, "May I please borrow your tool bag?"

Now, my tool bag is one of the few things that i get proprietary over.  I have lost untold numbers of hammers and pliers because others don't seem to respect tools the way i do.  I even bought a big pink tool box full of pink handled tools one time, thinking that others would be humiliated to be using such girlie instruments.  Didn't work.  They all disappeared piecemeal, including the box.

Additionally, i am no spring chicken.  Been around the block.  I am smart enough to know better than to hand off an arsenal to a pack of munchkins under the age of 12.  Especially when the PTF (Petite Delicate Flower) is involved.  Might walk out there to find the boy-childs trussed up to the side of the barn. 

So i asked. 
"CBear, what do you need the tool bag for?"

He replied, "One of the goats has his head stuck in the fence and we are trying to get it out."

This can't be good.

I go out there, and sure enough, Mikey is screaming bloody murder, and Jethro and The PTF are working away at the $200 a roll field fencing with wire cutters.

Of course i tried to be calm, cool and collected, but i think i might have shrieked.

How do you explain to a couple of small men (and The PTF) with tools in hand that a stranded doe or the big bad buck would be worth tearing up the fence, but a freezer kid that does this twice a day requires a different tack?

I opened the wire a tad and grabbed his little horns (Mikey's, not the munchkin's) and yanked him out of there.  Didn't even take any hide off. 

The munchkins were very disappointed in not being able to perform a procedure of some kind.

Mikey was much relieved, until about 4 hours later when he was hemmed up again.

Our fencing has taken quite a beating this week.


 

Containment Issues That Lead To Happy Thoughts

Ya know we have a visiting buck.

Ya know that i have ALWAYS had a soft spot for Ditto.



I want Moon back.




Susan SWEARS that Ditto is a sweet and gentle buck, the lowest key buck in her herd.

Let me just tell  you about Ditto.

Moon and i have a great relationship.  Lots of face time.  We get practically nose to nose, and talk to each other.  I scratch the spot he can't reach behind his scurs, and he gives me kissy lips.  I like to believe that he enjoys this pastime as much as i do.  Moon occasionally sneezes during our talks, but they are usually small, controlled sneezes, usually to punctuate a thought, and he almost always turns his head.

Ditto and i have been making friends the last couple of weeks, gaining mutual trust, etc.   However, it would seem that Ditto left his good boy manners back at Queenacres.  The other day, we were standing at the fence, finally having our first real face to face...practically nose to nose...talk, and in the big middle of it, Ditto gave a HUGE, very BUCKLY goatie sneeze.

Goat snot, AAAALLLLL over my face.
Couldn't even see out of my glasses.



I have NEVER been slimed like that, before.


So there is that.


Now, we all know why Ditto is here.
He has only one job, and he has set out to do it well.

I was managing to keep things under control.
For a very short period of time.

HRH The Princess Gidget was bred, and the date was recorded.
Maud was bred, and the date was recorded.

Three days ago, i went out to do the morning barn chores, and Ditto was in the doe pen.
Upon inspection, it was discovered that Ditto took out a portion of fence and a very sturdy gate.
It was one of those days when there was no time for major repairs, so i tied everything back together with baling twine, secure enough to make it all do until i could get a proper fix on things, and then i separated the herd, so Ditto would have no reason to go fence hopping again.  Ditto and the four milky girls were left in the doe pen, and everyone that didn't need a date with Ditto were shuffled off to the buck pen with Lancieboy.  That would be Peaches, HRH, Cherry and the freezer camp kids.

Yesterday, things were fine in the morning.  I had to be away again all day, and when i got home in time to do evening barn chores, i walked out to the doe pen and counted noses.

Hmmmmm.  One nose short.

I looked over to the buck pen, and what do i see?

Ditto, hard at work.

Yet again, a Cherry Bomb.

Couldn't believe it.
Another section of fence was demolished.

I give.

So, we here at Tails Up are back to the "Tigger Method" of family planning.  Once again, we have had to throw open the gate, and hope for the best.

HRH The Princess Gidget Dines

Gratuitous photo day.

Oink

So i am standing in the frozen foods section of a big city grocery store yesterday, and one of the city's finest comes up and stands near me as he peruses the fish sticks and frozen pizza. 

The police officer turns ever so slightly toward me and i catch his name.

Boldly emblazoned in shiny, all-caps gold thread on his perfectly pressed uniform was

BACON

If idda had a camera i wudda gotten arrested.

Goin' On A Bar Hunt....

...Gonna catch a BIG bar...

Got me one over here, fellers!....I think.....



Uh...NOT!! You won't catch me eating any of that...but FROG is good!!

Bar huntin' wears us out.  Y'all holler if ya see somethin' worth chasin'.

For The Just Plain WRONG File

My lovely outdoor kitchen has been commandeered by the Livestock Guardian Team.

I don't remember anything about  Eminent Domain Seizures in their contract, but apparently i was mistaken.

 At least they are granting me access, although i am pretty sure it is only because they know who buys the Puppy Chow.

 I would love to draw the line at toy storage, but am not exactly sure how to make that one stick.

........Getting to Like You, Getting to Hope You Like Me

If you haven't read yesterday's post, go catch it first, or none of this is gonna make much sense.

You can run, but you cannot hide!

Acckkkk!!!!!  LITTLE HELP HERE!!!

Time out, give it a rest.

Round TWO....ding ding ding

Really?  Is all this necessary?

Lance breathes a sigh of relief as Becky the Bad enters the scene.

Pssst...sneak in here, Lance...he hasn't figured out where the door is, yet.

Finally, an accord is reached.

That new boy is VIGOROUS!!! He 'bout wore me plum OUT!!

Don't EVEN think about it, Buster!!

So close, and yet so far.....

You sure this fence will hold?

At the end of the day, the boyz share their supper.

All's well that ends well.....
Right?