Luna and the Vet

The vet came yesterday. Padded in full carhartt apparel, she and her assistant came to inspect the goats. "a bit thick--overweight" was her first general comment. Luna has lice. eek! And you know what that means, "they are everywhere." Full stripping of the paddock, and washing it down. At least we have already carted out 50 wheelbarrow loads of late so the bedding can't be too deep right now. Tracy might have ringworm. Luna was the first to get her blood drawn--or attempt it. All the goats were getting tested for a terrible, fatal disease. Apparently, you can only draw blood from a small corner in the front of the goat's neck. Luna was not having any of it. She squirmed her head every which way, bucked, and kept her feet moving as the miniature pony in the stall next door tried to nip at the vet's butt and at Luna's lips. After a few attempts at Luna's neck and one broken needle tip, the vet told her assistant to straddle Luna, holding her head erect. You can best control a goat by getting control of her head and neck (not that this is very easy to do). Luna took the assistant for a ride, and Sarah said she was the most difficult one, so they gave up for the time being. Anne was next, docile with her head up in the air. At this point, I went in to warm up before milking  and have some goat milk hot cocoa (it's gotten cold again--wool socks, check, toe warmers, check, two hats, check).

Luna--trying to escape the stanchion

Goat in Prius