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Mommies and babies…. It just doesn’t get any better than that.
By the way, yesterday Dr. Pepper got out again. I still haven’t figured out how he’s doing that. This time he got out on the back side of the goat yard. Wooded hillside. It was far, far around the back and up one side and around the chicken house or far, far the other way around the garden to make it back to one of the gates or to where I could get him. Easily, that is. And he didn’t seem to know how to get there himself. He was crying frantically, wanting back in. I had just put all my jeans in the washing machine. All two pairs of them. So there I am, clambering around the back side of the garden to the back side of the goat yard, to the wooded hillside, with no pants on. I couldn’t figure out how to drag/carry Dr. Pepper all the back around so I just held him over the fence as far as I could and let him jump down.
Then he and Nutmeg took a nap and I probably have poison ivy.

It was worth it.
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who used to be SO allergic to PO!
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Like raising kids, some things work for one person, but not another and some things will work for a while and then no longer work, but here’s a suggestion.
Train your animals to the “sound” of the food bucket. I had a goat. She was in my yard which was completely fenced in. Only problem was, to get the car out of the yard I had to open the double gate. At which point, the goat escaped – into my neighbor’s garden! And she wouldn’t come back when I’d call her. So I started not feeding her until AFTER I had the car outside the gate. Every time I fed her, no matter whether or not the gate was opened, I’d yell “cush, cush” and bang on the side of the feed pail with a wooden spoon. Then I’d take the pail with me. It wasn’t long before all I had to do was yell “cush, cush” and before I could bang, she’d be on her way to me. It was the only way I could get her back INSIDE the gate and away from all those nice veggies.
I’m wondering if you start the same thing with your animals. If you can “train” them so whenever they hear whatever it is that you say to them (and bang the pail) they will run to you. Then when they get out, get to where they can see you with no obstacles (like a fence line or a tree) in front of them, say whatever it is you’ve chosen to say and bang the pail. They “should” run to you. Then keep the pail just out of reach (like you do when you’ve moved some of the animals) and “lead” them back to where they belong. Beats chasing them – if it works for YOU. lol No bets there as every animal is different. But it might be worth a try. HTH
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P.S. It does sting a little at first, but nothing you can’t handle!
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Very sweet pic of Dr. Pepper and Nutmeg.
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Granny Trace
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Hope there’s no poison xxx on your poor legs. (says she who had to ride down to Atlanta (1 1/2 hrs away) in a wet BRA because I don’t have a dryer and FORGOT to hang the whites up after I washed them the evening before!)lol
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We ranched over 200,000 acres on flat prairie land with “ner” a tree in sight!!Nothing but prairie grass, and sage brush. didn’t have to worry about poison ivy, but did have to watch for poison rattlers!
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carry a lead sinker in your pocket (constantly) and you will not get poison ivy…won’t cure or lessen severity if you already have it, but will prevent it. (I know this sounds weird but it works.)
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Goats are indeed sweet little devils.
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