Sometimes

     Sometimes, I really hate living on a farm. Farm life isn't always like the movies portray it to be and with new birth comes death. Today was terrible and heart breaking at the same time. Things happen and lessons were and are learned. 

    I pleaded with my husband multiple times not to introduce my new goat to the herd. I bought her at the sale and have been working with her for over a month to gain weight and trust. Her previous owners must have had her hobbled. I had to help where the ropes had shredded her legs right where the hoofs were. Who does that? Her previous owners were absolutely ridiculous. I would never do an animal like that.  She was so thin when she first came to the house. She was mellow and sweet. I spent weeks gaining her trust only to burry her early this morning. My heart is broken. She would finally come when I called. My other goats out weigh her by 50lbs or more. I think they rough housed her too much. 

    I know she didn't die from worms. I weekly checked her eyes and they were a healthy dark pink. I think they bullied her to death. I wanted to keep her separated until she got fully healthy. I'm just sad and at the moment... I just need space. 

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