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“Neoma’s Tribulations: The Scalp Wound, Part 2”

So it’s been close to two weeks since Neoma got her noggin’ ripped open. We stitched it shut, and as of the last update in this post here , she had been threatening to scratch the stitches out. Well, she did.  The night she removed the first stitch, we cleaned the wound up really well, softened the scab, and drained the fluids from the mess, but sometime in the night she went to town itching…

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“Neoma’s Tribulations: The Scalp Wound, Part 1”

A photo from the day before her brawl. Little Miss Danger Dog.  Scar Face.  Scalp Dog.  Neoma has once again won a shiny new battle scar. Unfortunately Neoma got chewed up in a dog fight.  And for once she wasn’t even asking for it!  She didn’t fight back and it was over in seconds (thankfully I was there to stop it), but the fight left her with a grotesque scalp wound and a bum leg.…

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“Nova’s Tribulations: Poison”

Nova the Cat has the worst luck.  This poor, gentle little soul has endured so much ill fate. It was a particularly frigid winter, I had just moved again and was situated up in the mountains in a very rural area.  I kept an extra close eye on the cats in the sub-zero temps wer were having. It was so cold that I was bringing them inside at night. A day came when I hadn’t…

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“Mr. Icecream, A.K.A ‘Scarface'”

Icecream was a purebred California rabbit. A breeding buck. He was a neat rabbit, big and incredibly laid back. When I first brought him home, I already had a breeding buck, Hazel. So Icecream lived
in a large open-air pen that shared a side with the rabbit pen in which Hazel and the ladies lived. The fence that contained Icecream was nothing special; 2×4 inch welded wire fencing about 6 feet tall, with 1 inch chicken…

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“Broken Chicken Feet”

If you live on a farm with chickens and any other livestock over 200lbs, chances are sooner or later you’ll see a limping chicken with a munched foot.  Pigs, mules, horses, and even very large goats can easily crush a chicken’s foot with one step.  Most of the time they are oblivious to the chicken’s thrashing screams and might not lift their foot right away.  When the large livestock is being grained, and thus the…

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“The Goat Poisoned Himself”

Aster and Isöl made a jail break, as goats are prone to doing.  They escaped their fenced area and indulged in some free-ranging around the mountainside.  I didn’t think much of it; I know they’re not going very far and I don’t mind them browsing new area.  A few hours later, however, something seemed amiss.  I couldn’t hear the bells on their collars jingling.  They were either very far away or holding very still.  Goats…

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“Nova’s Tribulations: The Eye Wound”

It had been a cold winter.  We were lounging in the upper deck of the ‘upper greenhouse’, as we call it.  We were having a spot of sunshine and it’s always warmest at the top of the greenhouse. My cats Nochi, Nova, and Mario were lounging with me. Without warrant, as he was prone to doing, Mario looked sideways at his sister Nova and began terrorizing her in classic cat fashion. They had a momentary…

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“The Boar Has What? WHERE?!”

Ol’ Spotty Wattles the Kune Kune boar was starting to move a bit stiff.  He didn’t want to move around much, and when he did, he did this funny little dance with his back legs.  I thought at first maybe he strained a muscle in a back leg somehow.  A week passed and he didn’t seem to be improving.  He ate and drank well enough, but something was off about him. One day we’re feeding…

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“Neoma’s Tribulations: The Hawk”

I was on the phone when I heard little Neoma yelping on the hill behind the house.   I listened keenly, assuming she was simply distressed upon realizing how far she was from us.  She came running home, whining, but not in a way that alarmed me. I listened, curious about what the issue was.  Then when she got to the front porch she exploded in hysterical screaming. I quickly hung up my phone call…

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“The Goat Ripped Her Teat Open”

I put Ruma on the stanchion one morning, as per usual, and knelt down to milk. “Wait- blood? Fresh blood? Where is it- oh wow… Ew.” She had somehow snagged her teat on something and tore it clean open, nearly 2 inches long. A very unsettling mixture of blood and milk was weeping out of the gash. Gross. Super gross. So I milked out her good side, trying not to look at the wound too…

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“Aspen’s Story: Broken Turkey Legs”

Aspen was a black Spanish turkey I purchased.  She was an adult and had grown up semi-wild.  She had very little trust in me. As turkey hens do, Aspen went broody in her first spring with me.  She chose a large wooden cupboard for her nest.  And as turkey toms do, Pip the tom started to get restless after all of the hens disappeared to sit nests.  To my dismay, he found Aspen in her…

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“Stitches the Chicken”

Before moving to an area with frigidly cold winters and an extended cold season, I kept turkens.  Turkens are a breed of chicken that lack feathering on their head and necks.  I love turkens, they’re fantastic, and I wish I could raise them here on the mountain but that would be cruel to the half-naked birds. So one day I head out into my bird yard to put the birds up for the night and…

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