The goats were looking kinda wan, so I decided to worm them even though the weather hasn't warmed up much.
Springtime is worm season, and we've gone through worm overload problems before. Anemia, bottle jaw, hypo-proteination ... yeah, I've learned it all the hard way. But do I remember worming itself accurately?
I bought the wormer goop in an appealing-sounding flavor. Apple cinnamon. Sounds great, right? And I head out to the barn. Here goaty goaty goaties! I waved the no-needle syringe in the air. The goats come running. Oh yeah, way easy. I squeeze out a little and wave it in front of Scooter's nose. His nose wiggles, then wrinkles. Aw, come on! You know you like it ...
Five minutes later I'm winded and astride Scooter, prying his mouth open with one hand while trying to push the syringe in his mouth with the other while squeezing the stopper. White goo, scented pleasantly of apple-cinnamon, drips onto the ground and foams in his mouth. I get most of it in and let him go.
And he was the easy one.
The white goat won't even let me get near her. I lure them into the barn with grain, and then the rodeo begins. She's good with her horns ...
A couple of minutes later I walk out and they follow me, bleating for more attention. I've got goop on my pants, on my hands, on the grain bucket, and I've stepped in some. Fortunately I got close enough to a full dose in each of them that they should be safe.
Next month, maybe it'll be as easy as I remember it being. You know, as easy as trimming hooves. The way I recall it, hoof trimming isn't so bad.
I have no idea why I keep putting it off.