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I made a discovery yesterday that totally put me off posting. Because I just didn’t want to write about it. But. Here it is. Yesterday, I found my darling little Bunny crushed in the straw in the barn stall where I keep the mommies and babies. I don’t need a hidden camera to know what happened. Nutmeg slept on her. Goats are clumpers.
A couple of years ago, I had a baby crushed inside a dog house that was inside the goat house at Stringtown Rising. Some of you reading now may remember that and how a rather nasty reader attacked me repeatedly in the comments when I posted about it, telling me that I had no business trying to run a farm and that I should have had the goats in a proper barn. My response to that was that goats are clumpers.
Well. I had them in a barn. I had two mother goats with their babies in a proper barn, inside a HUGE stall that is probably 15 x 20. No dog house inside the stall or any other kind of obstacle. IT STILL HAPPENED. I couldn’t eliminate this risk if I put them in a football stadium. Goats are clumpers.
I wanted to keep this little baby so much. Bad word. Bad word. BAD WORD.
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My heart is bleeding for you and my eyes are leaking too. Every time I lose a critter a friend reminds me that they are livestock. But we know they are so much more than that. So sorry.
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Double Bad Word!
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Thank you for being real and sharing the tragedies as well as the triumphs. It really helps those like me who are gearing up for starting our own farms.
But still – I wish Bunny could have enjoyed a lot more time with you.
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Death is part of life, and farmers are generally surrounded by a lot of lives. I know that doesn’t make it easy, especially when you lose one of the Special Ones, but life goes on.
Maybe next year.
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To the poster that attacked you the last time, I do have a word for her and yes, it’s bad– some people aren’t happy unless they are belittling or harassing someone else. I hope that person is gone from this site now- I’d hate to have to hunt her down -
That little white lamb (yes, I know it’s a goat
melted my heart and I can imagine your horror when you found her. ((((Hugs)))) to you-
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Sheep do the same thing.. Darn clumpers….
maybe next spring.
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Finding a way to write about must just be that much harder. Thank you for sharing your farm adventure with us, and keeping it real even when it’s hard.
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I too, remember that person and their unkindness to you. So glad she hasn’t posted here today. I’m positive that the rest of us would have probably handed her her head. On a platter. Once we extracted it from her BUTT!
You do take good care of your animals. Sometimes, there’s just nothing that can be done. I used to raise chickens and rabbits and babies are cute no matter what breed they are. Your Bunny was especially cute and I know it hurts to lose her. My condolences and hugs ((((((((hugs)))))))))
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Hugs to you-
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Blessings to you and all your animals
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HUGS to you and your family!
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Huge hugs!!!
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I’m sorry that you lost her.
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Sending love…
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If I’m tearing up I can’t imagine how you must feel.
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Well, guess what?! I’ve got my farm now, and my first baby goats were due last Wednesday and my cow should deliver any day now. Wow!
And you know what? I’m kind of freaking out about all the ways it can go wrong. This post comforts me, oddly enough, that it isn’t all up to me. I know I’ve done my best to be fully prepared, and the rest is up to chance. This reminder is somehow so buoying.
I’m so sad that Bunny is gone. I’m so grateful for the reminder and message she sent.
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Hope you are OK. Been missing your daily updates of the farm. The good and bad. Hope your family is all well and good.
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