I was trying to catch Morgan and I fell in the goat pen and broke my 5th metacarpal in my right hand. Pic's below and a couple weeks later, I took one of my new baby goats, Elliott, to the vet. He has been breathing odd ever since I brought him home. I even sent the lady I got him a note on the evening when I got home to ask if she had noticed it. I now know why he breathes heavy. I took him to the vet on Monday. He has a very bad heart MURMUR. The vet gave him a couple of weeks to a couple of months. I paid $100 for him and spent another $56 to find out he's dying. The breeder supposedly did a health check to file with the state that she sold him. Not a very good health check. Look at them, yep, they are alive. I'm sure he never bounced as a newborn and no one noticed.
I noticed, he didn't run around like Morgan or get on the play area in their section of pen. It broke my heart, but he has had a good THREE weeks with me and both tamed down. I put a notice in our homestead group after a long series of thinking. I decided to find someone that wanted to take him to freezer camp (not me) and someone came and got him today. I didn't want to mess with disposing of a body and they wanted over $200 to put him down and dispose of the body. I just couldn't do that. So, with a couple of good cries, I'm now down to three goats. I'm really glad I did not find Dahlia a home.
Today I set Morgan free with the older two. They are dancing, butting heads, butting him, but it has settled down a bit now and he pushes back and is a #1 pest so I'm hoping they all get along.
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