Since I missed last weeks blog entry, I'll start there. Last weekend Steph and I drove to Hawkes bay to collect a few more angora goats, a pedigree buck (called 203), and three does ranging from 3 years old to 5 years old. All very cute etc. The buck was really gentle and really stood out from the rest whilst we were picking him because of his temperment. Anyway, we got them home and then put them in the quartine paddock out by the back of the house so we could keep an eye on them. On Thursday morning when we moved them to another paddock, he seemed a little quiet, so that evening I asked Julia to check in on him (as we were up in Hawkes Bay again, as it was horse of the year and field days). Oh, that's right, Thursday was spent at the field days, wasn't too bad, found out some information we needed on tagging, but probably won't go next year as it wasn't top much different to the last 2 years. Back to HOTY and Hawkes Bay, on Friday morning Steph went to leave around 9am, and the truck refused to start, flat battery, and low fluid levels in the battery, I topped up the levels and we managed to jump start her of Mum's car. Our options at that stage were to take it over to YPuk and get it fixed, or for me to drive Steph to HOTY and then go into Hastings and get it fixed, we did the latter. Thankfully on the way to HOTY we passed a battery centre, and after dropping Steph off, I trundled back and got them to check the batteries, low and behold both batteries were dead, one was so dead it couldn't even register on the battery check computer thing he had! Fixing it was a case of putting in two new batteries, unfortunatly not cheap!
Whilst walking around HOTY, I heard my cell phone, and it was Julia, unfortunatly she was ringing to tell use that the buck had died, what a day! Anyway as you can imagine, the rest of the day wasn't that great, but things did pick up. That evening I phoned the goat breeder and he has offered to replace him, phew!
Saturday, Steph went off to HOTY on her lonesome, and I dragged Mum and Dad out to Porongahau for an afternoon's kitefishing. First set didn't get anything, but the second set we brought in 3 dogfish, since there was nothing out for dinner, we kept them! I've heard reports on how yucky they taste, but they weren't that bad, I would rate them along with red cod.
Once Steph got home on Saturday night, we decided that we would drive back to Littlebush that evening, as we knew we had a few things to do back here and an early start would be good, so after tea, we hit the road.
Sunday morning (after the clocks had changed), I got up and started to dig the goat hole, and then by around 7am, the hole was all done, along with a nice blister for my efforts. The morning was spent doing the weekly shop and collecting the dogs from the kennels, and then having a coffee over at Julia's and Andy's. Since the wind was looking promising, Andy and I headed down to Lake Ferry with the kite, but due to the wind shifting a bit, and there was a lot of trees floating out there we didn't put a line out, it would have been like playing frogger (but with a fishing line and a flag instead of a frog) and having to miss the logs, not jump on them, oh, the other difference was we couldn't move side to side, and you can't always see the logs!
Once we got home, the horns were cut off the goat, and then he was cast into his hole and covered up. And another week starts (only 7 to go!)
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