My blog is actually worth MORE than Beau’s. Probably it’s the originality that does it. Plenty of blogs that talk about tech stuff and this and that. Mine has poop and vomit.

My blog is worth $2,822.70.
How much is your blog worth?

Apparently I put in the wrong address. See usually I type www.allena.thethreeringranch.com to go to my blog. Apparently for some clouded and mysterious reason this give me a $0.00 rating. Beau says that I must enter www.thethreeringranch.com/allena to get the amount to be correct. He mentioned that he could explain this, but that the answer was 12, so I thought I would just share what that means.

Now, before any big fans of 12 get all over me for not appreciating it as a number I want to point out that it is in fact one of my favorite numbers. It’s a MAGIC number. If you make socks, sweaters, or hats 12 is the number you want to be thinking on hard. Especially when working in the round. You see, 12 divids equally by lots of numbers. 2, 3, 4, and 6. So what?  Well all the knitters who don’t understand the magic of 12 (which I doubt there are any actually being a very clever bunch) are saying OH WOW! That’s amazing!

You non knitters, be patient and I’ll explain because you really aren’t getting it at this point, and that’s a shame. Tell ya what go get some needles and make something from yarn and suddenly that statement aughter make you real excited. No? Well ok I’ll just tell you.

When you see all the beautiful lace or stitch patterns that make things beautiful, it is because you do certain things in a certain order. This small or sometimes huge sequence of knitting actions is what we call a stitch pattern. There are whole books dedicated to them, and we call them stitch dictionaries. Think of it as sort of a programming library like you would use for software development, only on paper, and knitting instead of all the handy little tricks and ways to make something work in a programming language. If you are a programmer, then suddenly a lightbulb went off, but you knitters, just ignore this explanation, it’s basically just the way they make things work when they don’t know quite how to do something.

ANYWAY, so stitch patterns have a repeat, so you have one pattern, that repeats a certain number of times. So how the heck does 12 factor into this? (Such a bad pun I know, I can’t help myself, I don’t get out much)

Lets say you have a stitch pattern that is a repeat of 6 stitches. If you are making it up as you go, then you need to have a multiple of 6 as your total stitches for this section of the pattern. Let’s just say it’s a sock, because socks are especially important to cast on in a multiple of 12 if you can. Huh? you knitters may not be following me here, but give me a few to explain.

If you knit a sock with a stitch pattern that has a repeat of 6, then you can cast on any multiple of 6. So 12, 18, 24, 30, 36 and so on. BUT if you are knitting them on double point needles, I use a set of four. So I have the work divided equally on three needles because my tiny little mind has trouble. Obviously 6 will always divide equally by three, but your math gets really easy if your total stitches are a multiple of 12 because you can also use other multiples of 12. So for socks, you measure around the leg, multiply this by your gauge and take that number and round it off to the nearest multiple of 12. It should work fine. 36 for larger gauge yarns, and 48, or 60 for finer yarns.  Convienently 24, 36 and 48, 60 and 72 will fit every size in most gauges from infant to giant lumber jack man, unless you have a really fat yarn or a very tiny one.  They also usually work for hats and baby sweaters.  Now a disclaimer here, I’m not a sock knititng expert/fool, so if you want real tricks or tips then go talk to Donyale.

So you can have a stitch repeat on these stitches of 2, 3, 4, 6, 12, 24 and sometimes 18. so some stitch patterns don’t fall into these, but you can tack a few border stitches on, and voila almost any stitch pattern, and it divided evenly on three needles AND the patterns aren’t broken over a gap, in most cases. Brilliant I say, bravo 12!  BUT what if you use a set of5 needles you say?  Well then you need them to divide equally over 4 needles and 12 still works so THERE!

So by now you either think I’m clever or an idiot. Which ever is fine, doesn’t matter, because now we will talk about Beau and the number 12.

About 7 years ago I worked with Beau at Cornerstone, we made software for the travel industry. I was a project manager and Beau was a developer, so we worked quite closely, and for the most part this worked out well. Occasionally the boss would question whether we were staying on target, and one such time he asked me what took so long in Beau’s office.

Mike : You were in there a long time, what took so long? Nothing’s wrong?”

Me: “No, just nailing down a few details”

Mike: “Sounds like more than a few…”

Me: “Well, you know how sometimes you ask Beau a question, and he takes about a half an hour to explain, and then finally you find out that that the answer is 12?”

Mike: (roaring his big mighty HA! laugh!) “Yes, I understand now, never mind.”

Well, anyhow, Beau has a tendency, that many times I find quite endearing to over explain things. Particularly when it comes to something especially mundane or boring like numbers. Numbers such as 12. Or exponents, or maybe counting in hexadecimal or binary. He will get a goofy grin and happily start counting on his fingers while looking up at the sky for all the world like a 5 year old who just learned to count to 10.   Dominic does this too, and I am flawed enough that it often elicits eye rolling and deep sighs from me. I do try to hide it though.

So anyway if you ask Beau what number to cast on for a multiple of 6, with such and such a gauge and such and such measurement. You will get the aforementioned discussion on the merits and glories of the number 12. So I can’t take credit for it ok? But really, the answer is 12. SO if you want to know why the one address doesn’t work, and the other one does, feel free to go ask him on his blog -

www.beau.thethreeringranch.com

or

www.thethreeringranch.com/beau

whichever you like is fine, but in the end, the answer is 12.  Which is now our little catch phrase for “I can tell you, but you probably don’t care to know the details, just trust me and go on.”

I’m good with 12.

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

Well, is that right?  Everybody else’s is worth thousands.  hmmmm I need to think on this some before I decide what this means.

I mean, I think I provide valuable and important information to the public that is difficult and hard to come by, even on the internet.  I mean really, this is the stuff that is hard to learn…

Obviously a shepard, genetics expert or SAHM didn’t do this test.  (You know, and look at the range here people, there’s something for everyone!)

I think the person who did this, is wrong and they are an idiot.  Sorry fella,  jmho….  Butterscotch coconut cookies recipe fool!  THAT is valuable.  Take one pregnant woman, and severe sweet tooth and 12 am at night, having to drive 30 miles (one way,  people this is the sticks) to a store open at that hour and tell me that recipe isn’t worth a little something….

Not to mention proper procedure for when the boy poops so much that it fills up both feet and LEGS of the footie-jammies.  Where else are you going to learn how to deal with that?  I mean let’s be realistic, it sure ain’t in any book I have ever read, and I’ve read a bunch of them.  Mostly overly sanitized and not very informative.  They tell you stuff like “you’ll be tired” and “Your sex life with change” Well, no fiddlie-dee duh stupid, ya think?  You have three PHD’s in what???  Here is what it should say - ‘You’ll be so flipping tired you won’t care if you have a sex life for at least 8 weeks or so, then you will have one out of desperation just to stop the dreams, because they disturb your sleep”  THAT is the real deal people.

So when reality hits and you have poop all over a three year old, or a whole room, who ya gonna ask?  Nobody’s going to just come out at the playground and say “Oh by the way, I was wondering what you do when your kid covers themselves completely in crap and it’s so bad you don’t even know where to start to get it cleaned off.  How do you manage that without running away down the street like a mad woman screaming with trash can lids strapped to your feet?”  Yeah, sure you will ask that.  Not something to bring up at the local playgroup either.  Hence I provide this important and valuable information, despite opening myself up wide to criticism and ridicule by the masses, not to mention some man rating my blog as worthless because he obviously has no kids yet, or possibly never changes poops.  Heh heh, you just wait fella, someday, someday your going to have a poopie Van Gogh to deal with, THEN we’ll see who’s blog is valuable…

As an aside, latex gloves are a must to have on hand at all times.  Playtex type dish gloves too!  Use the playtex ones and paper towels to wipe, scrape and smear most of the poop off the kid who will squirm and try to touch everything, especially your hair and face.  A face shield is optional, but well worth the 9.99 at Harbor Freight…  Dispose of all of these in a doubled walmart bag.  Put the jammies in too, trust me it ain;t worth the 4.99 to wash them.  Once you have the kid standing on a paper towel and at least 75 % of skin is showing, put them in the shower and hose it off as best you can.  THEN use paper towels, wet wipes or a rag you can just throw away to wash it off.  Take kid out, and one parent should then take the time to completely BLEACH the shower and all of the offended area. (if your smart, this is the chore you do, let the other spouse do the kid in case they blow unexpectedly)  Also turn a radio up really loud while the water runs so you won’t hear them screaming for help in a panicked and frenzied tone.  Trust me, this is key.

The second parent should take the kid to the second bathroom, and bathe the kid again, use lots of soap and water.  Scrub ‘em down good, because it gets in nooks and crannies…. Don’t forget behind and in the ears, and under toe and fingernails…. Then dress the kid, better use more footie jammies, as if it happens again it will contain the massive explo-so poop.   Bleach the second tub and bath area.  Take a bath yourself, remembering the behind the ears advice.  After bleaching again, you are done.  Bear in mind though that the boy/girl has probably reloaded by now, so just wash, rinse and repeat.  Make sure if you had to wash the kid that you make the other person take a turn, because there ain’t no hazard pay here people!   God help you, you poor, poor soul.

I offer this valuable and free advice openly and honestly with no reservations, because enquirering minds want to know.  I have a real tabloid type of appeal to some of my stuff, a real morbid curiosity thing.  Look how much tabloids are worth.  It’s like a car wreck, you can’t just stop reading when your talking about poop shooting out of an infant in a 3 foot fountain all over the Grandma who is desperately trying to deflect the flow and keep it from squirting all over her, the couch, the wall and floor.  Where else are you going to get this stuff?  This is the REAL story of parenthood.

I mean here I am, selflessly sharing all the gory details, disregarding my own embarrassment for the benefit of my small but important following by providing important and hard to find information, and yet it’s worthless.

We’ll just SEE about that!  I’m going to email them to review my blog, cause they are wrong I just know it!

Ok, well so I use my blog sometimes for record keeping. Do you know that I wouldn’t have known the due dates if it hadn’t been posted on the blog? I can’t loose it when a kid acquires the notebook and colors Veggie Tales pictures all in it or something of that sort…

Anyhow, I have more lambs that have come and here’s the new pictures.

Lucy came up to eat grain on Friday night, nothing seemed odd. Beau had just gave the horses their grain when he heard bleating. After investigating, he found this little feller..

Another flashy little lamb for us, and another ram sigh. Oh well someday we will get ewes instead of rams. The really funny thing is that Beau left the scoops laying on the ground when he found the lamb

The next morning, Moron I mean Mist found the scoops and managed to get one stuck on her face. She backed up all over the yard like a cat with a sock on her head before she finally managed to get it wedged on something and pull it off. I got such funny pictures that I submitted it to LOL cats. So far, it hasn’t done anything but here it is.

moar funny pictures

Personally I think it’s funnier than most of them on there, but apparently the general audience at lol cats doesn’t agree.  So go over and vote for me and help me become famous for something.
Then yesterday we got home from Church, after checking on Mist (The last one to lamb, or so we thought) Elizabeth runs in and tells us Maria is lambing. Maria is a yearling and shouldn’t be preggers. She had gotten loose with the breeding group, but we were pretty sure nothing happened because she apparently pretended to recycle. They moon about, making eyes at the rams and in general act uh friendly. Well, it was apparently an act. Another teen pregnancy being hidden from the parents.

Another big single, she would have done ok if it had been twins I think, but this little girl was so big that we had to help. I had to help two this year, which is more than normal, both of them big singles. I don’t know what is up with that. Generally the ewe is the one that supplies the information for lamb size, but I wonder if Jerome throws big lambs…. I have also wondered if the high temperatures during breeding season could have made for more singles than normal, either by effecting the ram, or the ewes. Over all a weird year for lambing.

So, we don’t know who Daddy is, it’s Liam or Jerome. Liam unfortunately is Maria’s sire. Oops. Speaking of oops, we named this lamb Oopsie for now. We can have her tested for paternity if she turns out nice. We will probably wait some time to see how well she grows out. So far she looks outstanding, better than her Mama or Daddy in conformation, regardless of which Daddy.

So Mist is all that is left (I checked the last ewe lamb, no babies!) and I am starting to suspect she recycled and will not lamb until about the 13th of April. But, I’m still watching and waiting.

Finally a short record of how lambing went so far.

Cecilia 151 days

Agnes 150 days

Monkey 151 days

Mandy 151 days

DuClair 146

Ashlin 149 days

Brietta 148 days

Lucy ???

Mist ???

So next year I will be basing my lambing due dates on a 150 day cycle. Easier to have lambs come earlier than expected than late!

Ashlin lambed yesterday morning to a single ram lamb. He was a big fella! I had to help out a bit, although I shouldn’t have needed to, but somehow her labor just stopped. Anyhow long story short, everybody is fine. She’s so skittish that we speculate when Beau walked outside to feed she shut off her contractions from fear. So she’ll be staying in the jug for as long as it takes for her to calm down.

He’s a cute fella, and we are glad we got him born ok, dispite his mothers skittishness. We were lucky to catch her when she tried to bolt through a fence and got stuck. I hope we can calm her down some. I would have like a few Shetland ewes, but it looks like I will get very few…

So after Ashlin, I had Brietta and Mist to lamb. I also have one cross bred ewe Lucy to lamb. I want more Shetland EWES! sigh

This afternoon, I noticed Brietta was hiding behind some empty gas cans. I kept an eye on her, and after she started pushing I went out and observed from a respectable distance. She was straining very hard and started grunting and hollering enough I went up closer because I was afraid something was seriously wrong.

It didn’t click with me right away what I was seeing, everything looked strange….AH the nose and feet were WHITE!!! I got so excited I thought I would pee my pants (preg alls actually). Hey lets give me a break here ok? I can easily pee my pants right now from an energetic sneeze…. it’s part of it ok? Anyhow lamb number one’s head was born and I saw that I got the exact markings I was wanting!

I TOTALLY was NOT expecting this. I didn’t think I would get this for another year or even two of breeding for it! I don’t know why she made so much noise, they usually don’t and the lamb was on the smaller size. Maybe she is just built a bit small. Anyhow, she wasn’t happy at first. I went in and cleaned out the nose, suctioned the mouth and each nostril while she obsessively licked the ground nearby. I had to take him over to her, she was a little afraid of him at first. Luckily they get over that!

So I got her in the jug, and went inside, sent a picture to Beau, and did something else I forget what…. Oh yeah use the bathroom, so that I wouldn’t pee my pants later. When I came back out, I heard her hollering again, and went in and saw ANOTHER ONE! I thought she had another one in there, but not another spotted one!

TWO moorit (brown) yuglet fleckets! That means white with a spot around each eye and a 50% or more white body with dark colored spots. They are both rams, which is the only downer. I would have liked ewes, but still I have two nice little rams to use if I like, or sell. I will let them grow out I think to see how they turn out.

So I have Mist and Lucy left. I hope that Mist will give me a ewe at least….I only have ONE shetland ewe lamb. I only got one last year too, doesn’t seem fair. Anyhow hopefully Mist will give me some ewes so the flock can grow…. I may buy one or two lambs elsewhere so that I can grow my flock

So I need three names…. I’m behind on names.

Too pooped to pop, going to bed…

Well, first DuClair lambed on Sat morning at 11:20 - ish. Twin lambs, one girl and one boy. Following the new theme they are named Peter and Piper after this:

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled Peppers,

How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper Pick?

This theme has been a really fun one I admit it! Here is a picture of the wee ones, all slimey and getting up the first time. They were all of about 10 and 15 minutes old or so at this point.

Peter has some nice white splashes on his cute little face. He is quite saucy and rambunctious. I may have him sold already as a fiber pet.

I am loving the heads on Jerome’s lambs, they are very nice with a wide space between the eyes which is very desirable for conformation. They are so cute, of course, but also look like nicely put together little things.

Piper doesn’t have any white to speak of, a hair here or there. She does carry spots obviously, so that is ok. Crossed back on Liam or Griffin, she should give me a nice marked lamb.

Saturday night Mandy “lost” her ligaments. There are two ligaments that extend from the backbone down to the hip bone. It feels like a pencil normally, but literally looseness up until it is gone right before birth. Mandy lost hers Sat night, so I was up till 11, then up at 12, 3, 5 and finally 7. ugh, wore out and tuckered. (Then to top it all off, SOMEONE sucks down a whole pot of coffee before I can even get a second cup poured.)  But, to prove I am not paranoid however, she kidded at about 9:15 am, I believe with kid number one. Since we needed to pull these off of Mom, we needed to be there when they were born.

Pulling the kids, is something many people don’t agree on, and I admit that it is unpleasant to do. Mom moons about for a few hours afterwards, and you feel like the biggest jerk in the world. Monkey got her kids pulled off at two days, because her udder was getting ruined.  Mandy got hers taken right away so she didn’t seem to mind so much.  Some people just drown the kids at birth, which seems wrong to me, but I guess to each his own.  These kids will be bottle fed by my kids, so they will be well loved, as you will see in a few.

There is a difference in the udders, Mandy has the easiest and nicest teats to milk. Monkey is harder to milk, and part of this is because of her problems she had last year with freshening and raising her kids. Anyhow, Mandy and Monkey are back to themselves again, and seem to have forgiven us. I now am very glad we did this, because it is working much better for us. The girls LOVE bottle feeding the kids, and really even Beau and I enjoy the nighttime feeding at 10pm that we do.  We can moniter how much they are eating, and also how much milk Moms are producing.

So there were three kids born, two girls and one boy. One girl goes back to the breeder we bought Mandy from, as part of the original sale, and the other two are ours. The boy kid will be given away in a few days when he is strong and ready to go off to a new home. Since the babies were born on Divine Mercy Sunday, the one kid we are keeping will be named Mercy in honor of the Mercy of Christ. Well, everyone ELSE can be named by the theme ok?

There is nothing cuter than human kids “bouncing” with goat kids. The girls bring the kids out into the big yard and they all play, and it’s really incredible to see. Trying to get a picture is about as easy as catching a fly in mid air with a two by four, but I did get this one.

It isn’t a great photo, but you do get a good feel for the general air and way things go. The girls run and jump, and the kids run and jump along behind them. The kids can race along and pass the girls now. Here is a better shot :

Note the boot in the lower left hand corner. The sheep were also very curious, and played some with the kids. They seemed to accept them happily enough.  THe general consensus was “What the heck is THAT?” and “What happened to that poor lambs ears?”

Of course we had to show them to Candy, who is very interested in all new babies. She is very motherly, and I think would adopt a baby of any sort. Moon and Popcorn of course we NOT allowed anywhere near the babies.

Of course her expression says it all, “Dang, no wonder it’s Mother didn’t want it, that’s the ugliest foal I ever saw.”

Finally, I have been dubbed “Farmer Preggo” by the children. This is because I have had to do birthing and milking and all sorts of chores where skirts don’t suit me so well. I don’t own any pants that fit me right now, so I have been wearing Beau’s overalls he wears on workdays. What he uses up for height, I use for my extra width. Overalls ROCK for farm work, I guess that’s why so many of the feed store set wear them. Anyhow, I was putting down some bedding in one of the camper shell jugs, and Beau took this photo of me.

Actually I was thinking, I could just stay in here and take a nap, no kids squalling and making racket to keep me awake. I didn’t think about a few things though. First of all, I needed to pee and secondly, I wasn’t sure how to get back out. It is comfortable, and would be a prime play house for children… Farmer Preggo, signing out!

Well, I had intended to choose meaningful names for all the lambs and kids, and to choose a theme so that I could track a bit of pedigree and the year of birth.  So I was going to just choose a specific type of Saint each year and name the lambs after those.  Kind of nice, since we are Catholic, and gives us a chance to talk about the Saints with the children and all.  BOY, ya try to teach them somthin and look how they react?

WELL!  Apparently this isn’t fun for children, and they want to choose names that THEY like.  The first two lambs that were born were re-named Twinkle and Star, after the song.  The children decided that they would prefer to choose names from the theme of children’s rhymes, and songs.

SO, the new kids are now dubbed Diddle and Fiddle after this Mother Goose rhyme.

“Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped over the moon,

the little dog laughed to see such a sport

and the dish ran away with the spoon.”

So, if you have any fun suggestions, leave them in the comment box and the naming committee will consider them!

Well, so ‘97 was the year of incidents.  In this case the occurance of our family contracting lice.  Words cannot desicribe the aversion, discust and repulsiveness of getting lice.  But before I get to that, check this out-

Monkey finally kidded yesterday at about 9:45 am.  She had two doelings, and they are thus far unamed.  We are contemplating naming them on the theme the other two ended up on, children’s rhymes or songs.   Twinkle and Star are doing great, and the names we picked we much to stuffy and grown up.  So much for my grand idea of meaningful names heh heh. You pick your battles, or you lose I say.  Anyhow.

So back to the lice problem.  Yesterday I was trying to milk out colostrum for the next set of kids as they will be bottlefed, and plus it’s just good to have on hand.   I had to trim and cut the extra hair away to clean up the udder area, and I saw black specs.  Now, before you think I must be a moron, they didn’t move, and they looked like fleas.  You know how fleas leave black specs?  Ok, so fleas are no big deal, I can handle that, so I didn’t think much of it.

So I milked Monkey the first time, and dispite my fumbling I did ok, and Monkey was very patient.  I can tell you, I am really glad I bought a goat broke to milk already!  It is totally worth the extra money!  Anyhow, I milked her and put her back with her babies and came back in to put the colostrum (a whole cup and a half or so) in the fridge.  That went fine, and I sat down to rest, because I was tired from helping kid, and showing Dominic what to do, and how to care for a newborn, clean up the birth mess and all of that.

Just so you don’t get too bored, here is another picture.  Monkey says “Get back here brat, you’re going the wrong way!”

So after a few hours I try milking a bit more out, because I don’t have nearly enough yet.  The bag felt pretty full, but I didn’t get much at all that time.  It would all start out fine and good, with lots of milk coming out, but then would just turn off.  SO I was thinking that she was not letting down long enough for me to get much out, due to my slowness.

I cleaned everything up, and came back inside and sat down to rest again.  I was doing something or other on the laptop and noticed little black MOVING specs on my wrists.  They looked like seed ticks, only more elongated.  I recognized them from the goat.  AHHHHHHHH!!!

I started itching and crawling on my whole body and having the worst case of heebie jeebies you can imagine.  I was right back to the lice epidemic of 97.

Dominic was in pre-school and Beau and I were still both in collage.  He nor I had ever seen, or had lice.  Our cows never even had lice, although once in a while a chicken would get a few mites that required a bit of 7 dust.

My head started itching and I didn’t know why, I thought I had dry scalp or something, because really, the LAST thing I would think of was lice.  Ticks, chiggers and fleas, well yeah ok, but lice????  Nope, never had it, never knew a thing about it.   (Mind you it is taking serious inner strength to NOT scratch my head and succumb to the crawlies)  UGH

So a few days later after my head started being itchy, they tell me that a kid in Dominic’s class had lice, and that they were checking them all over.  Dominic didn’t have any.  They checked me, I didn’t have any either.  YOU SEE????  I had my head checked!  So really, I didn’t think I had lice!

A few more days pass, and more kids turn up with lice, and at home a freind looks us over and finds LICE!!!!

Once I woke up from the fit that I had flopping around in the floor in discust, shock and humiliation, I asked what you were supposed to do for it.  Now mind you, I was thinking sheep dip oughta do the trick, and turns out I was right, but we’ll get to that.

So we go to the store and buy lice shampoo.  No wal mart brand this time!!! I bought the name brand, and I paid EXTRA for it, it might be more effective after all.  Those of you who know me, recognize the absolute contariness of this in my nature.  Let me tell you this, this aint no mac and cheese, buy the very best available!

The little comb to get the eggs out is a pain to use, and on top of that, if you have coarse hair like mine, it won’t go between the little spaces.  My mare Candy feels sorry for me btw because my hair is so much coarser than her tail….

Dominic and Beau were so grossed out, we shaved their heads to a full blown high and tight, army boot camp style.  There are somethings the army does well, and lice prevention is one of them.  But what about me?  No such luck, you will not get to see a picture of me with a high and tight!

So I can’t get the eggs out.  I tried everything and I couldn’t get them out.  So reaching way back into my Okie ingenuity, I went and bought myself a bottle of sheep dip.  I mixed me up a batch of homemade lice removal shampoo, and used it every third day for a month.  ( mind you I read the label on my high dollar lice shampoo that I paid $15 a bottle for (that’s ONE treatment) and all it has in it is 10% premethrin)  So it’s cat shampoo for fleas essentially!  Now, you see why I don’t just trust blindly in name brands?  Cat shampoo is about $3.98.  sigh.  Companies taking advantage of desperate and distraught mothers.  PLUS if you go the sheep dip or cat shampoo route, you don’t have the embarrassment of the cashier looking at you like you are a disgusting and foul creature.  Holding your bag out to you with forefingers and thumbs and leaning as far away as possible.  And dang it, I couldn’t even blame them.

Fortunatly, the goat only required an application of  a premethrin based pour on that works sorta like frontline.  Also goat lice do not like people, so they mostly just hang around and don’t itch or anything, other than the mental horror of seeing them walking around on your arm.   She will need to be retreated (plus the kids and other goat) in 13 days.  That is what the instructions say.  However, they will all recieve a third dose 13 days after that, because I don’t do lice.  EEEEWWWWW!  It’s even worse than maggots falling out of the sky onto you from nowhere, but I’ll save that story for another time.

On the plus side, if I or the kids get lice, we can just mix up some premethrin shampoo from the stuff we got for the goats.  It repels flies too.

So how many of you have scratched your head during this post???  Misery loves company! Mwahahahahahahahaha.  This is helping me get over the dreams from last night, so you have all done your good deed for the day!