My appreciation for Duck Tape evolved with my latest lifestyle. I moved to central Colorado to live in a high mountain desert on a mini-ranchette. My husband Jack grew up in a cattle ranching family near Trinidad, Colorado. Duck Tape was standard ranch equipment throughout his life.
Our dairy goat Patch had given birth to three little nannies: Mocha, Latte & Cappuccino. The babies were healthy enough, although two seemed a bit premature and their hooves & ankles were too weak for them to stand properly. Their ligaments were not strong enough to support their weight. Although Jack was of the mind-set that some kids just shouldn’t make it – natural selection and all that – he agreed to make splints for their crippled legs.
Out came the Duck Tape and stiff paperboard drywall shims from the current construction on our papercrete home. While I held the wiggling, squealing kids, Jack wrapped up their tiny legs in silver Duck Tape to give them the support to stand. As they hobbled off, Jack shook his head at the loudly bleating Latte. “That one is coyote bait for sure,” he stated quietly.
Two days later the casts were off and the babies cavorted freely around the corral. The Duck Tape was supportive and tough enough to be coupled with paperboard and take the place of plaster casts. Having Duck Tape on hand prevented ligament damage and enabled the nanny goats to thrive and walk on their own.
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