Had a full day and went to the Wal-Mart in Brownwood this evening. When we got back we all went about our business of getting the chickens put up, the eggs collected, chores done and Fred the Goat getting fed. Since Faith was already ready for bed I went out to feed Fred and Stephen went out to get water to the brooder chicks. There was one problem. Fred the Goat was looking pretty awful.
Now Fred has not been much of an eater since we got him, but this was different. He was laying there on his side and letting out a mournful sound. It was not good. I was told to feed him and if that meant waking him up, then I was to wake him up. So I picked him up and he just flopped over. I shoved the nipple in his mouth, but he did not take any of it in. Fred the Goat was in trouble. We took him in the house and Melissa looked up symptoms at goatworld.com – I swear to you, there really is a web page named goatworld.com. Anyway, turns out Fred the Goat has Floppy Kid Syndrome, also known as FKS. Not a lot of nuance in the goat raising world.
So we have a goat laying on the floor with Floppy Kid Syndrome and we are reading all about treatment (B vitamins, electrolytes, penicillin, probiotics) and how to administer it to a goat at the various stages of Floppy Kid Syndrome. We are at the worst stage as we had no idea he was exhibiting the symptoms of Floppy Kid Syndrome until we began reading about them on goatworld.com. Fred the Goat has Floppy Kid Syndrome pretty bad, so we are going to have to administer the medicine, we had all the items or an acceptable substitute on hand, by tube.
I really dislike doctor shows and I hated the Discovery Channel and all their surgery shows back when we had TV. Yup, I am the one to shove the tube down his throat and into his stomach. Took a syringe and filled his stomach with the medicine. He is laying in a box in the living room and we are praying we have a living goat in the morning.
We are also in the midst of having our chickens hatch out on us. There is a bunch of peeping and wiggling and three of the eggs are cracked as the chicks try to break out of their shells. The double yolk egg has made it this far and tomorrow will be the day of judgment for that one. If that egg hatches and anything living comes out of it, Melissa will be vindicated as everyone has told her double yolk eggs almost never result in a live chick. The kids (not the floppy ones) are hoping for Siamese twin chickens. Double the meat! So if you are in the kitchen you can hear the sounds of life as the chicks are peeping away from inside their shells. If you are in the living room you can listen to the patient bleet as he does not like being kept on his back and is complaining about the poor reception on the TV.