Tawny - a doeling
Clover - a buckling
In the meantime our buckling was unintentionally turned into a bottle baby. My, how fast that can happen. I had no idea. With his mom preoccupied all day and wanting no part of him while she was attempting to birth the next kid I attempted to give him a bottle as well as dry him off from both his birthing experience and the rain and in the process he bonded with me and yes, I with him.
So here we are. His mother no longer recognized him or his smell and he felt the same about her. I left him with her and his sister that night anyway but found him hiding in the corner in the morning with a decidedly thinner tummy. So back into the house to bottle feed again and then back out to the goats. And so it went until I realized he was afraid of her and wasn't going to attempt to nurse and she most likely by that time wouldn't have allowed it anyway.
So a bottle baby/future pack goat was born.
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