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Not sure where to begin on this one. Everything was going so nice. Mark had our hay put up, we were preparing does for a flush in September, all of the animals were doing quite well, and Mark was just getting ready to start on a new chicken house for me so my sweet babies can get out of the ghetto into a new duplex when disaster struck. It goes something like this.

It was a great evening, the skies were an amazing shade of peacock blue and I was out taking photos when the winds kicked up and the rain started to come. I went into the house and of course the satellite was out. (if its higher than a ceiling fan grade wind, I swear that dish goes out everytime!) So I checked my trusty iPhone for weather warnings. Only a thunderstorm warning with winds up to 60mph and penny size hail possible. Nothing too bad, right? WRONG! What came was NOT 60mph winds.

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ABGA NATIONALS 2009!

My first ABGA Nationals started out a little rough. As many of you know, I dont have a reasonable sized trailer to haul so after much thought and consideration, I opted to have a custom cover created for my oversized goat tote. The pet ramp with a 500lb weight limit will work to get Crave loaded and unloaded. Transportation and loading? CHECK!

Marks buddy Ed said he'd handle all the petsitting of the goats, dogs, and silkie chickens. But who will take care of the high demands of bottle feeding baby deer and skunks? After many phone calls and tons of begging, I finally found a family willing to accept them who was an area FFA teacher. God Bless the FFA!

Now Im on the road.

After a stop at Hester Ranch to pick up Crave and some last minute advice from Allen at Hester Ranch, I left the next morning to West Monroe LA. I arrived around 3 in the afternoon and right behind me in line to check in was my friends and Oklahoma neighbors Broken S Ranch! YEAH! Someone I know! We all checked in and got pens together and assisted one another in unloading. Its nice to be helped by friendly folks from home when you're all alone.

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Thanks for logging on to Pima Ranch Boers site. In-case you're wondering what "Pima" stands for - its Pain In My A**! Yes, anyone who has ever owned a goat would probably agree that they are the biggest pains in the rear end that you've ever owned, but how can you not love them? We acquired our first Boer goat at one of the Bassmaster Elite Series Majors back in 2006 in Ft Worth Texas. The owner of WestBay Marina had boer goats and we ended up staying at his farm during the tournament. I started helping with bottle feedings of a young buck whose mother rejected him. After a week of looking into those adorable eyes, I was sad to say goodbye and that's when the owner offered him to Mark and I as a pet. Of course we said YES! And that's how Walter came to join our family. (he's named after the marina owner)