Welcome to the Bear Run blog. My husband and I live in the north woods. We have had ducks and Llamas in the past. We now have chickens and goats and a crazy dog. The bears are one constant here. But then is was their place long before we came along.
Winter won’t let us go. The temps at Bear Run have still been dipping past freezing every night. The goats don’t mind. They still have their winter coats, at least part of them. They are looking kind of ragged. One of them, my little tan boy Hake, had such long chunks of fur hanging from him he looked like he had wings when he was running.
I tried to let them out into the big field, I thought they would be excited. They were thrilled to push past me to get out the gate but ran right back to their smaller run. Fainting goats tend to be more hesitant. Seems logical, it has to be terrifying to fall down and be so helpless. We do everything we can to not frighten them. They are finally used to the fact that the dog gets the zoomies and runs straight at the fence. They don’t even run inside to hide anymore.
I thought goats would be easy to care for, you know toss in some hay and water and we’re all good. Not so much. Nail trimming, worming and cleaning is constant. Llamas are clean beasts, they do their business in one spot only, easy to keep neat. Goats are literally poop fountains. They get it everywhere. I have to keep raising their water buckets. There are just a few inches difference between fountain level and their mouths. But they make me laugh every day. It’s worth it.
May your water bucket always be out of range of the fountain.
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