continues on our little farm. Our oldest goat Cally (Shadow Mountain Calypso) died today. She was 14 years old. I bought her from a neighbor in 2003 so have had her for 10 years. She was never friendly but not difficult either. She produced 8 lovely kids for us including our favorite goat Peewee. She did have some health issues including thiamine deficiency, an eye lid tear, and an eye infection after the hay elevator somehow fell on her. But she did not appear to be her age even up until yesterday.
Our peachicks are starting to get little tufts on their heads. It is very cute. The pheasant chicks are growing well but a variety of ages as they keep hatching in our incubator.
One of our pheasant hens is setting on a clutch of eggs. Our crooked necked pheasant rooster is standing guard making sure she is not disturbed.
And our ram lamb Velvet was pulled from the flock today and put in the older rams. He was unhappy with the situation and let everyone know this.
Finally he settled down and laid next to Bob, one of our old retired sheep. He happens to be his uncle.
So life and death go on here at Schoonover Farm.
Rest in peace Cally.
I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. The time of year certainly seems to weed out the old before the difficult winter arrives. Fourteen is quite a long life.
Thanks Teresa! I was thinking the same thing, at least she did not have to suffer through a cold winter and her death was relatively peaceful. But it is always sad to lose them, especially after you have known them so long. I think she had a good life here, I hope so anyway.
From what I’ve seen of your farm, she had a great life!
Thanks Teresa! It helps to think that she did.
I’m sorry for your loss of Cally. It is always hard to lose one, no matter what age they are. I know she had a good home with you.
Jackie
Thanks Jackie!
Your animals do lead great lives, Donna – Sorry about Cally – Those little pea hens are cute – are they noisy? T.
Thanks Tina. So far the pea checks are quiet but their mama outside is noisy. She sounds a lot like the now-dead peacock. I am really hoping one of the chicks is a boy.