Lately I have experienced losses on the farm - just recently we lost my close dog but elderly BoBo. The day after that our youngest goat - Hebe - was tragically killed from a tree fall.
This is the tree pictured here. And the deadly one is growing up between it. Unknown to me - the lil goats must have been playing on this tree again (this photo was from a day I watched them playing on it, without a problem. As you can see from the photo it is bent in such a way that they can walk on it. Well Hebe got hung up in the smaller trees shown in the center - and broke her neck. Gene has since cut the smaller ones. I had just moved them to the upper pasture and there they stayed grazing happily. It was one of those freakish accidents that you can't predict and probably never prevent.
This is the young goat. Hebe is the goddess of youth. She was only 3 months old (May 19-Aug 22). Her hair was jet black and wavy.
We do not slaughter animals so every loss becomes a sad one. Sad too for her young Momma -
Hygieia "Undie" - pictured here with Hebe.
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