Finally, I have been writing and rewriting this blog in my head for days now. I decided I wanted to start doing this after enjoying a really neat blog written by the pioneer woman. She inspired me (www.thepioneerwoman.com). And so, I decided I want to share some of my life moments raising dairy goats. They really are the sweetest girls. Just now, I went outside to check on Phoebe, and I guess one of the girls out at pasture heard me. I had my head down, as the wind is blowing a good 20 MPH out here today, and I was trying to block Pace (my 4 month old) from catching it in his face. I looked up to see 20ish nubians, at a full run, headin’ in to see me. Talk about making you feel good. Ears flappin’ everywhere! If you’ve ever seen a nubian run, you know what I’m talking about. I love those ears! I couldn’t pet everyone fast enough. And poor Pace, they just love to nibble on his toes. Sidekick had his sock half off before I noticed. Pace just laughs. But I was going to tell you about Phoebe. She is sick. Really sick. She has been off since September. Well, I guess it has been a lot longer than that, but I just thought it was her odd personality. She is always turning to the left. Instead of making 1 right turn to get somewhere, she will make 3 left turns. But she seemed healthy. It didn’t start coming off as an illness until September. We finally took her to a vet this past Monday. Turns out, she has an absece in her brain. We don’t know how it happened, I don’t even know what it really is, but the outlook is not promising. The vet warned us that it probably won’t turn out the way we want it to. We are treating it aggresively, though. She gets 2 shots a day, plus probiotics, and a special home made fecal tea. I have to go out there and pick up goat pellets (aka smart pills for any country folk who might be reading) and make a tea for her from them. She gets some twice a day to help balance her rumen. Really? Yep. Anyway, so I just went out to check her (and collect some fresh poop), and she was just walking in circles. To the left. Always to the left. She was standing, though, and grazing. Which is good. She couldn’t do any of that a week ago. So maybe the meds are helping . . . I sure hope so. The other girls know she is pretty bad off. Phoebe was my herd queen. The girls started fighting for the position last week. Bambi won. And she has a scab on her head to prove it! It made me sad, but I had to acknowledge the new queen. I put a bell on her collar yesterday. Bambi is actually one of my favorite goats, but I just feel bad for Phoebes. I wonder what will happen if Phoebe makes a full recovery? Will she acknowledge Bambi as the herd queen or will she fight for her position back? Hmmm . . . I hope I find out!