We have moved 3 of our nanny goats to an overgrown paddock on the edge of our smallholding. They have a new task to perform. They are to eat all the grass and weeds. What a tough life!
We grow our own food in a suburban village in the North East of England. Follow us as we keep up the battle to be self-sufficient.
We have moved 3 of our nanny goats to an overgrown paddock on the edge of our smallholding. They have a new task to perform. They are to eat all the grass and weeds. What a tough life!
Mabel, the British Alpine goat we bought in April, had her baby last night. We had no information on the breed of the father but the moment I saw the kid, I could see that Dad was an Anglo-Nubian. The kid is a billy and this time, that's good news for us. We need an Anglo-Nubian billy for Bubble, our Anglo-Nubian nanny who so far has not fallen pregnant to our two other billies (which are Saanen crosses). We bought Bubble because she is from a milking breed so no pregnancy means no milk. Mabel's baby will hopefully solve that problem when he grows up.
I shot this video when my friend Steve's weaners arrived. Sadly I wasn't there to film their actual arrival when one of the pigs escaped and ran around the sheep field!
We filmed this on the day we first attempted to shear the sheep. We got one sheep done. The others had to wait.
Last month we had much more rain than usual. The result was a flooded goathouse. To avoid a repeat, we took up the paving stones on the floor, put down a thick layer of recycled gravel and relaid the paving stones. The result: a dry goathouse!
We turned our hand to sheep shearing today. As a first ever attempt it wasn't too bad though I doubt we will win any sheep shearing competitions. Ethel however was pleased to be rid of her heavy winter coat. We will shear the other sheep on Thursday.