REDIRECTED 2019-01-16 Homestead Happenings 0004

Boone
I am writing this post with a very heavy heart. The little white buckling born to Coco passed late last night. He had issues from birth and try as I might, I could not save him. He was fed every 1.5 to 2 hours, kept in a warm room, and seemed to be recovering, but turned quickly on me.
A typical kid will be up on all fours within a short period after birth and take their first milk. We noticed that this kid had issues standing. That was the first clue. With help, we tried to get him to suckle. He struggled. I came to the resolution that I would supplement feed and let him take milk from Coco when he could. By the afternoon of the second day, he was still getting milk from a bottle, but was also taken to his mama for additional milk. He also began to stand on his own. Everything was looking promising.
At this point, I named him “Boone”. It means blessing. It also reminded me of Daniel Boone, a folk hero to the United States, who was a pioneer in the 1700’s and early 1800’s. Seemed appropriate given that the kid was born at Pioneer Mountain Homestead.
I bonded with Boone. He would snuggle into me and nap with me between late night feedings. He was my constant companion for the past couple days.
However, something changed dramatically within about a 2 hour’s time frame. Boone went from seemingly a recovering kid to limp and nearly lifeless. It was very late. I struggled making decisions. Should I call a vet? If I call a vet, would there be time? Meanwhile, I was trying desperately to warm up a kid that was getting colder by the minute even though we were in a very warm room. I was also trying to get any milk I could into him. He would try to drink and it would just dribble out the sides of his mouth. I rubbed his back and legs trying to keep circulation and get him stimulated to drink. It all happened so quickly. Finally, Boone looked at me as if to say “Good bye” and snuggled his head into me. Tears filled my eyes.
I know it is all a part of farming and raising livestock. I have been down this path before and I know I will go down it again. It hurts. It really hurts. However, I never want to lose that feeling. I believe they call it compassion. I hope to never cross the line where I no longer care.
Boone was my reminder to remember to always care. He was my blessing.


