Our Farm
Welcome to the zoo.  This is Sinbad, the angora goat councilling Sarge.  Sarge is the lamancha who's at present "half in the bag"!  Sarge is the reason that I raise angora goats.  I bought Sarge and Sigfried at a sale.  Sigfried had to be the neatest  little goat that I ever owned. He was on the scale next to human.  He died on the operating table and I cried and cried.  He had an impacted cecum and didn't make it through the anesthesia.  Never give a goat Banamine and then anesthetic. Sarge, however, is alive and well and if there is trouble, he will find it. I bought him and Siggy to be with Zak, our Anatolian Shepherd pup, so Zak would get use to goatie life.

Thor was our "special" goat.  He had a cyst on his spine which was operated on, but unfortunately, was unsuccessful.  That was August 2004.   His hind quarters were paralyzed but it didn't stop him from going.  This was the wheelchair my husband designed for him.  It took a few modifications after this picture was taken but we did get him mobile for that summer.  He would look forward to his outings in the chair and as soon as he was hooked up, he would head for the apple trees.  Between him and the pot belly pigs, we had few apple pies that year. It was with great sadness and tears that we had to finally put him down. However, his last two years of life were spent being spoiled rotten and he took full advantage of it.  

April 7, 2000 - November 29, 2006

Micha, our little pygmy buck was not feeling well. I brought him inside where it was warm and where I could treat his symptoms and keep an eye on him.  He found comfort and warmth between Tilly and Spencer.  I guess he thought he was a "PIG-me" goat. 

If you look in the corner behind Spencer, you will see a little white silkie hen. She is a brave little chicken to pick that spot to lay her eggs. 

This is a beaver cat.  Well, not really but Raz has a habit of sitting up on his haunches and since he is a bit rotund, he looks like a little fat beaver.  He was one of six kittens that a friend of ours found wrapped up in a shirt thrown out in a ditch on a cold and rainy September night.  They were about three weeks old.  The poor little things were hypothermic from the cold and wet. We worked hard and long to warm them up and to get them drinking.  We fed them warmed goat's milk thru a syringe until they learned to drink on their own.  We found homes for three of the kittens and we kept the other three. All our cats are spayed or neutered.  It is too bad that more people wouldn't be responsible with their pets and do the same.  It is a lot more humane than throwing them away to let them die a cruel death.
This little ball of fluff is Zak.  He is our $15,000 dog.  If you read our home page, you will see why.  Zak has grown from this cute little puppy to a 100 lb, year old, lean mean licking machine dog. He was "caught" breeding Annie, our other Anatolian Shepherd dog and we are expecting "grand doggies" in March.  Anatolians are not a recognized breed of dog in Canada.  I did a lot of research when I was looking for a livestock guardian dog and I found the Anatolians to be MY breed of choice. The puppies will be for sale in the early summer.  Annie is short haired while Zak is more of a 'fluffy variety".
This is Spencer the pot belly pig and right now he is playing "pig-marine", although he hasn't submerged under his blankets. I think he is waiting until his "crew" disembarks.  I love the Silkie chickens.  If I keep them in the chicken coop with the rest of the fowl, they always end up dead.  So...five of them live in our barn addition in the warmth with the two pigs.  The chicks were born under a hay feeder in the barn on Dec 23/06.  I kept hearing this cheeping noise that evening when we were feeding the goats, but couldn't figure out where they were. The goats had pulled enough hay out from the feeder that they were trapped. The poor mom was dehydrated and must have drank for 5 minutes. 

Our barn is about 100 years old.  It was a dairy barn up until about 10 years ago when my uncle had to retire from milking because of health reasons.   When he passed away, the farm and 8 beef cattle were left to us.  We sold the cattle and shortly afterwards, moved in 3 angora goats and 5 sheep.  That was in 1998.  Today, we house over 150 animals plus chickens, ducks, geese and emus.  We built an addition on the barn that is heated with an oil furnace.  This area is a life saver.  Any chilled babies or sick animals are moved to this area. Our two pot belly pigs live here during the winter months and then they move outside to their "summer quarters"  We have our computer and phone in this building which is extremely handy when a vet needs to be called. Saves a lot of footsteps to the house. 


This is Stone.  You will see his more grown up picture under the Bucks section.  This is how he got his name.  He fit right in amongst the rocks.  I guess I could have called him Rocky but it wasn't a "R" year so Stone it was. 
This was our spring shearing day last year (2006).  My shearer shears the goat, my husband picks it up and puts it in an apple box and brings it to me.  I skirt it and weigh the fleece.  If I like the fleece, I put it in a plastic bag and write on the bag who it belongs.  If it is my older goats, I still skirt and weigh but I put it all together in bigger bags, unless again, it is a fleece that I really like. The other two men that live on the farm, bring the goats to the shearer.  It takes a good day and sometimes a day and half to get everyone done.  Our shearer is Nicole Blanchard from Quebec and she is a real sweetheart.  I don't know what we would do without her. 
My husband loves "deals" and got this wonderful "deal" on one of those old HUGE satellite dishes.  About a month later he bought one of those nice little compact satellite dishes and this big piece of crappy metal stood in our barn for a few years taking up space.  I got the bright idea that instead of taking up space in my barn, that it might make a nice drying rack for my washed mohair. So that is what I use it for.

This is Reuben and Bill.  Bill is the one with glasses.  This picture was taken on our way home from Nova Scotia.  We drove 16 hours to Nova Scotia with 4 goats in the back of our "goat mobile" (otherwise known as a Jimmy).  Three goats stayed in Nova Scotia and one went to PEI.  We picked up two different goats in PEI and one in Nova Scotia and headed back home. It was a three day whirl wind tour for us.  Reuben is a reverse badge angora buck who is asking my husband "Are we there yet?"  We ran out of hay on the trip for them to munch on so we had to stop at a grocery store.  For the rest of the trip, they ate romaine lettuce, bananas, grapes and celery...and the odd potato chip:-)

 

This is Edger...or  maybe it was Emily....hmmm. Well, whoever it was, decided that they would cool off in the large puddle of water behind the barn last summer.  It was quite interesting watching this emu take a bath.  Even the ducks stayed while this big bird bathes.

This is the goat that started EweKids Farm. This is Longhorn and he is the reason we had to have more. He had personality plus and we adored him. His fibre was horrible but in our eyes he was the most handsome fellow. Because we were inexperienced with goats we literally killed him with kindness. He was a wether and I fed him a diet so out of whack that he ended up with urinary calculi. Thinking back, it was horrid what we did to that poor old guy. But we couldn't bear to loose him. First we had the vet move his "waterworks" so he would squirt urine from a slit below his tail. Then when that kept healing up we had the vet suture his bladder under his abdomen so he constantly dripped urine. He lasted about 2 years longer and then reality set in. He had no quality of life and it was time for him to go and wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge. He didn't die in vain. We learned a lot about nutrition after he was gone.

Dolly Llama has the patience of Job.  She sat for about 20 minutes letting the little ones play "king of the castle" on her until she had enough and got up.  It was hilarious watching the babies jump up and slide down.

 

This is me and Bill at the Ottawa Spinners and Weavers guild fall fair.  These are some of the items that EweKids Farm has for sale.  We have pelts, fleece, yarn, blankets, old buttons and mo-balls and of course, goats.

 

 
 
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