So, I mentioned we put Joey on a plane to go live on a farm in Washington near the Canadian border. My understanding is he would be spending a few months tending goats and picking berries.
The original flight didn’t happen because a flight was delayed which caused the whole fragile ticket system to fall apart. We had to reschedule everything and I had to take him back to the airport the next morning before going to work.
He made it across the country, just one day late.
Randy’s college roommate picked him up at the airport and showed him around Seattle. After a busy day, Joey spent the night and, the next morning, Joey boarded a bus to the middle of nowhere.
He made it 48 hours at the farm before becoming violently ill.
The first day, I got this picture of these goats. All seemed right with the world.
Then Friday, I got a call and the second I heard his voice, I knew something was terribly wrong.
He’d been vomiting for hours and couldn’t even hold down water. The family he is staying with were concerned and discussed taking him in to town to an urgent care.
Empty nest syndrome kicks hard
I just wanted to go and get him. I can’t begin to describe how helpless I felt not being able to hop in the car and make everything okay.
He told me he was just laying on the floor in the bathroom because it was easier that way.
I was ready to book a flight, but Randy convinced me to let him rest over night.
He wasn’t perfect the next day, but better. I could hear that in his voice right away.
By Sunday, we was back to his normal self.
I’m not sure what the issue was, he could have picked up a bug on the plane or the bus. Or, it’s possible, that his diet did him in.
Joey has been vegan for about half a year now. Then he went to this farm and was eating cheese and drinking unpasteurized goat milk. After no dairy for months.
I suggested that it might be best to slowly change his diet to the land of vegetarianism from veganville and take it easy on the unpasteurized milk.
The empty nest gift that keeps on giving
We spoke Sunday evening. He said he took a long hike with the family and he felt a lot better.
Joey: I heard a rattlesnake.
Me: Oh god.
Joey: Apparently, there are a lot of rattlesnakes here.
Me: I was worried about bears. Holy shit.
Joey: No worries, they give you warning and you just steer clear.
Me: I am never sleeping again.
Joey: Maybe the rattlesnakes will protect me from the bears.
Joey: I could make a belt from a live rattlesnake.
Me: Go drink some milk.
So, the good news is, he’s made it nearly a week and didn’t die from dehydration or from snake bite.
He did tell me that one of the goats head butted him. He survived that as well.
Only two months to go.
I included links to some other goat stories I’ve written. This is not ALL the goat stories. I think I write about goats too much. Weird.