Fear. we could call it anxiety or what ever, bu
ve been life threatening for her. It would have become painful. It would have affected her ability to chew which is of the utmost importance for a Goat, which initially chews her feed but then chews the cud.
so this morning. Vet scheduled at 11 am. OK. I do everything i can think of to make it possible to happen. and he arrives. He comes through the house, out the Room. I have closed the cattle panel across the Migratory Corridor. No escape there. There is still the expanse of the Way Back to deal with. I'd though he'd bring his assistant, the young and sturdy and strong young woman. No. Just him. I say.... i don't know if we can do this.... he smiles a soft smile and says.... we'll see. He stands on the porch steps with the new nylon lasso in hand. I go with the big sauce pan full of pellets from last winter in one hand and Lynda Merry's bag around my neck with salted peanuts in the shell. Dump the pellets into the 5 bowls and they are ecstatic about this and walk among them feeding one peanut at a time ... to Cinderella and he calls Grab her horn. OK. i do and she pulls pulls pulls but i hang on and he comes and puts the new nylon lasso around her neck and she's trapped and yelling. We move her toward the milkstand, get there and he winds the excess of the lasso around her face and back behind her ears and scurs making a kind of halter with it and he lifts her to the milkstand and i close it around her neck, holding her in, quickly moving to the back of her to prevent her from falling off the sides with her struggle. he ties the still excess of the lasso to the side bars and holds her in place. I am behind her not allowing her to back up and so slip sideways from the middle of the milkstand. She's yelling. All the rest of the doe herd are preoccupied to this point with eating all of the pellets. Even her mother. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a
oh, YAY, i think...i know of these, have never seen a real one. and he marks with it then adjusts it and begins sawing and she is now SCREAMING and the pellets are gone and all of the rest of them are in a huddle watching.
he saws and blip, one is done. he begins the other and blip, done. And her tongue is protruding and her eyes are HUGE and she is panting.
there is NO BLOOD.
we undo all the rope stuff and open the milkstand and she leaps down and runs and i go...to offer her a peanut not imagining at all she will take it but she DOES...crunch crunch crunch
she's done. who knows for how long, but for now she is GOOD and just OK. SAFE.
a little over 2 inches...look at your yardstick or your tape measure...2 inches and i should drill a hole in one and wear it. Wear it so it is just over the third eye to remind me that Stuff is Stuff and there is no getting around that and we do what is needed to Just Go.
as he came back in, he hung the lasso over the chair there, the one that has the tape measure
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