I’ve been the farmer this week while Bob and the girls are skiing in Colorado with his sister Rose and her family. Many thanks to Caroline’s friend, Cody Smith, who comes over every day and hays the ewes while I’m at work. Warren is coming home from college this afternoon and can help me set up a creep for the baby goats. The black and white doe has a hard bag and isn’t milking well; I think her babies are starting to starve out. I’m going to try to bottle feed them, as well.
Last night I sat in the goat hut and let the nine kids climb all over me. What fun. Baby goats are so personable. I’m attached. But I think the goats miss these two girls…
