The boys are back to normal, except for one thing. They just do NOT like me anymore. They are okay if I have branches of their favourite bush in my hand to give them, but everytime I go to stroke Toby (the most tame one) he backs away. They then devour all the leaves and go into their house. Ive sat inside their pen with them for ages just talking to them but they wont come near me. They'll let my husband stroke them, just not me. Are they renowned for having good memories?
Just read your post again jinglejoys. I dont think Im unusually squeamish. Only last year, after my cockeral Monty was attacked by a fox, maggots infested a wound that I was unaware of and I had to spend an afternoon with a pair of tweezers picking them out of his neck..over 50 to my recollection. I absolutely detest maggots. Shortly after that, he contracted bumblefoot, a particularly nasty case. It was my job to bathe his foot everyday, sometimes twice a day, cut into his foot where it was swollen, and squeeze the pus out, then dress it. Then give him oral antibiotics. I know of many who said that they couldnt have done either of those things, I just had to get on with it. I was not prepared for what I was about to see on Wednesday, I thought I was leaving my boys at the vets to be done later that afternoon. I had no idea that I was to assist the vet to hold their heads etc. If I had been aware of what the proceedure involved, Im sure I would have coped better. I feel a tad hurt as perhaps you feel I shouldnt be keeping goats If I got upset at my boys plight.
Topic: A most upsetting, worrying and stressful afternoon. (Read 6612 times)
