Saturday, June 25, 2016

Thursday, June 23, 2016

"I should be free to neglect and abuse my property (animals) if I want because this is America"

I've about had all I can stand of this, "I should be free to neglect and abuse my property (animals) if I want because this is America" garbage.
I'm sorry.
No.
You do not get that freedom. Your "freedom" never entitles you to neglect what is innocent and in your care. Be this being in your care your dog, your cow, your children, your handicapped relative or your elderly parents. What is innocent isn't yours to do with as you please without question.
You are never entitled to that type of gross liberty. It is obscene. Hush.
Your freedom extends to you. Your body. Your Mind. Your existence. It ends there. . . I'm sorry if you wanted more than that. Tough Luck.

Coccidia: What all New Goat Owners need to Know

Goats are not native to America.

Healthy goats are made, not born.



Not our climates or geography, as a rule.

As a result, we fight parasites, like Coccidia, frequently.

They thrive in warm, wet weather, especially.

In adult goats, worms are the battle. In goat kids, it is coccidia, which are not killed by any worming medications whatsoever.

From about 4 weeks of age, especially if the weather is already warm, you need to start treating your goat kids to prevent / control coccidia. Kids born in May, June and after will struggle more than kids born in January, for instance.

If you wait until the coccidia flourish, the intestinal tract of the kid can be damaged permanently, the growth can be stunted and/or your goat kid will die.

If a kid has coccidia controlled properly from a young age, by the time fall comes or by the time the kid is about 6 months old, she will have developed a natural resistance, and you should not have further issues with coccidia as the kid grows into an adult unless the animal becomes very ill.

You cannot get around addressing this parasite. They are all over the environment. You can have a clean environment, you can raise the kids away from the adult herd (adults carry but aren't generally damaged by coccidia if in good condition).

I do not personally recommend Sulmet or Corid.

I use these medications below:

Baycox  - I use 1cc pr 5lbs every 10 days (some people use 1cc pr 5lbs every 21 days)

Dimethox 40% - You will use 1cc pr 5lbs on the first day, then 1cc per 10lbs for days 2-5 if preventing every 21 days. If treating 1cc pr 5lbs for 5 days every 21 days.

Below are Coccidia laden kids:







Sunday, June 19, 2016

There is something about loving someone for as long as your memories Reach that can, if you allow it, color everything with a bit of magic.

There is something about loving someone for as long as your memories Reach that can, if you allow it, color everything with a bit of magic.
And so it is with my Daddy.
I'll tell you that the more times passes without him, the more they exist in a place of grandeur in my heart. It grows and grows. . .as It should.
Make no mistake, he was grand to me and others I will never know.
I know his life was shaded with failures. It was also full of epic success. His time here was full of good and bad. And he was not always perfect in front of me, but that is different than in "my sight."
So, my love for Daddy has made him perfectly all he needed to be for his daughter, and that is how it works with love.
It just exists and grows and makes failures irrelevant. 
Impossible to easily spot.
It would never ask for perfection, yet often, only those we know from their beginnings or our own beginning seem to end up feeling it wholly enough without some stipulation or other attached.
We are in a world that needs real love so much, but we are so desperately confused on how it actually works.
I am here to tell you, this man was never blameless, not perfect, but he was without equal to me because I loved him as love expects to be given. Whatever faults he had never crossed my mind when I had him or through the years since he has been gone. A Perfect life or life full of errors. . .neither meant anything to me. I saw a man of grandeur. A man without equal then.
I decided who he was because of how I loved him. I did not love him because of how he was entirely.
And before I assess others, I ought remember how I judge those I know I have loved without measure. How transgressions are small, slipping to a place of no consequence, and how their value seems without end.
I'd surely like to tell him Happy Father's Day once more.
But Life does what it does, and those opportunities are past. 
At 34, I think how many years I have ahead to remember him, and I am so thankful I really, really loved my Father as I should have and will be able to, as years ago, he will drift into a legend, a fable, a myth, and that seems as it should be. . .

Monday, June 6, 2016

You can never get away from where you've been


A bit over 34 years ago, an almost 60-year-old man had a little girl born.
She was hardly something new to him. After all, he'd already been "Daddy" to many, many daughters and even more sons all decades older than this odd new child who lacked much hair and was of no particular beauty at the time.
Oddly, he decided this child, born to his very young new wife, would carry his nickname of "Tiny."
My mother protested. How could she name her first child, her daughter, an adjective unlikely to ever even describe a long-limbed newborn with a bald head far too large?
They bickered back and forth. Finally, My daddy was soothed by a compromise.
TINY-AH.
In West Virginian, this name became Tah-Nee-uh with the way we speak. But over three decades ago, it suited my Daddy just fine that is was after him. Close enough, he thought.
Names seem to have some weight, some power over our lives because I've spent nary a day since where he has not been on my mind or I haven't been juxtaposed to him in so many ways. The very best of me and the very worst of me, really.
He brought me home with my mother to this little trailer that set behind his store on Route 10 in Ranger, West Virginia. I lived there until I was 5 years old.
It was a hodge-podge upbringing full of local characters coming in to buy sandwiches made in a store without running water,going out having borrowed money from Daddy, buying tires or septic tanks on credit he tracked on small carbon booklets.
Mostly, I remember my mother and I always in this struggle of never having indoor water that worked properly.
There was never a question this old man who grew up with too little food, no formal education, with siblings dying of preventable illness and no father had carved a bit of an empire out in the area, but he wore the same few moth-eaten, threadbare work shirts and work pants purchased time long before even my mother came along until the day he died on June 6th, 2009.
That little trailer is over 50 years old, and it still stands behind Lucas Grocery in Ranger. His shirts still hang inside.
His sign has been taken down, and the trailer caves in more and more each passing year.
A few times since he has been gone, when I have felt very strong and very sad at once, I stop and opened the little door that has never closed properly, to see everything as he left it.
There is this distant and bizarre hope one day when I stop, I will find my Daddy sitting on a hard wooden stool by a cash register from '50's or somehow meandering around the cement and concrete building without heat or air while walking with two canes helping folks find what they were searching for, but of course, that is so silly.
Today marks 7 years since he called to say, "This is your papa," and how I wish to hear him say that one more time.
My boys will never know him or the work that unrolled each day inside of those doors. They will never understand the eccentric parts of me that folks find so odd are directly because of him, the good and the very bad.
They will be the worse for it.
My life is so entangled in that man and his tiny little store, I have ceased to understand how I could ever really grow beyond them both.
"Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.”
― Margaret Atwood

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LUCAS FARM

Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds. For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation? The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered. The lambs are for thy clothing, and the goats are the price of the field. And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance for thy maidens

- Proverbs 27:23-27




"I know of no pursuit in which more real and important services can be rendered to any country than by improving its agriculture, its breed of useful animals, and other branches of a husbandman's cares."

- George Washington