Today brought the other reality to being a smallholder, its not been the best of days, they say things come in three’s. Last Thursday I had our local vet out to give Missty our British Toggenberg goat an assessment. She hadn’t been her self for a few days, milk yield down off her food (but eating somethings). The vet could find nothing obviously wrong with her, but suggested a jab to perk her up. He did so a left me a follow up booster for Monday. On Saturday she had perked up, had some of her appetite back but milk was non existent. On Monday I gave her the follow up jab, last night when she went to bed she was fine, bright eyes, chewing the cud etc.
This morning, when I opened the barn door, instead of being greeted with the bleets of the lambs, and cheeping of the chicks it was rather quiet, a strange feeling to the barn. Before feeding the lambs I checked on all the pens as I do every morning. Missty didn’t appear to be moving and Star was a little anxious. On further investigation it was clear Missty was no longer with us.
This was a shock, although i new she hadn’t been right, I wasn’t expecting that. The atmosphere in the barn wasn’t right either, like they all new something had happened. In addition to this I had two whether ram’s to take to the local abattoir for 9am which i wasn’t feeling great about.
I managed to sorted the animals, call the Fallen Stock Scheme to arrange for Missty’s collection, get the sheep to the abattoir for my given time slot. I took a five minute breather to put things into context and carried on with my day.
This afternoon I had to deal with more death by helping a poorly exbat on her way. It has truly been a day ill never forget, being a smallholders has its highs and lows, gladly the majority of highs. I look forward to what tomorrow brings, to use a cliche, a new dawn a new day 🙂
I normally post a few pictures on my blog, but this time its just one, and in respect of Missty who will be missed on our smallholding;