Good Morning

Yes, it is a good morning. After many hours of rain, blue sky is peaking through the clouds. As I was throwing bales out the upstairs window (I always yell "fire in the hole" first to give them a chance to move and not get hit by the 50 pound missile) I heard a sad little bleat coming from the east end of the barn. I looked out another hay tossing hole and saw a little doe goat hanging upside down from a wire panel. I scrambled down one of the two ladders I use to get up in the mow and found the poor girl with her hoof caught in the fence. Who knows how long she was hanging there. Thank God I heard her. I freed her and laid her down on the floor. I felt up and down her leg for a break, but couldn't find anything wrong. She can't stand up, and is quite upset. I put her in a pen with Ray Davies, a little black buck who I am treating for meningeal worm (the only case this year, thankfully). I gave her some water and fed her a few grains of corn. I left them together, hoping they both recover. It will be a long, worrisome day.