To think, I may have missed this blog post if a friend hadn’t brought it to my attention! It is as if Amy stole the words out of my head and put them in her blog! Okay, that may be overstating things, but it’s incredibly close to what I was thinking yesterday. Here’s Amy’s blog:
Okay, I have a really clear example of what Amy’s talking about. I tweet about agriculture, especially cotton (seems obviously with a handle like JPlovesCOTTON huh?) and things here and there (today the Liberty Bowl crowd snuck in).
I’ve mentioned before that my brother and sister-in-law have a great, small farm in Ohio. The last few days, family and friends watched Facebook status updates as one of their nanny goats gave birth to twins and had real complications. Before we really had time to adjust to the fact the doe died, the twins died as well. It was obviously tough on Ray & Elizabeth — they brought the kids inside trying to keep them warm in the kitchen, tried to get them to bottle feed, etc.
I didn’t think before I tweeted out that the three had died. (Note to self & others… never use nanny & kids without the goat qualifier! Wow there was some misunderstanding! I corrected that REAL fast!)
Friends on twitter expressed their sympathies. Even more importantly, several wanted to help Ray figure out his next steps. If he wanted to buy another doe, some ideas where to search and they helped as we were thinking through why the goat hadn’t been gaining sufficient weight, etc.
Not only was I grateful for the help my friends in the twitterverse were offering, my brother was too. I’m betting he was a bit surprised too!
As near as Ray & my tweeps can tell, the doe’s diet changes from when he purchased her this summer led to the weight/health issues she had. Those issues were masked by her weight gain during pregnancy. And that seemed to transfer to the kids. It was a tough day but sure is nice knowing Ray and a lot of others wanted to take time to figure out what happened, offer their expertise and try to keep animals healthy so the same problem doesn’t happen again.