“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect.” -Mark Twain
We had gotten the goats all set up the other night, to spend their first night in the barn. We couldn’t do it. I knew that they would most likely be snug as a bug in their little bed with the heat lamp, yet it was supposed to get down to 6 degrees. Chris agreed he thought it was too cold, so we brought them in for the evening, and all the way through noon the next day.
Last night the weather was pretty mild so we decided it would be the first official night in the barn. I started wishing that I had one of those baby monitors, so I could listen in.
I went out to the barn this morning at 7:15 by myself, and they were in their box. I like to sneak in and look at them through the slats, without them knowing that I am there. They looked very comfortable and content, curled up together.
As soon as they hear my feet, they start mawwwwing. It is so sweet. I know it is the bottle that they really love, but I also think they are beginning to love us. After I finish giving them the bottle, I put the bottles in my jacket pockets. The nipples always end up sticking out just enough that when I am sitting down, Luna will no doubt find the nipple and dig in. I am sure it is disappointing to find that it is always empty, but it sure makes me laugh.
They continue to drink 4 bottles a day of 12 oz. I thought I would reduce to 3 today, but I think that are still in need of 4. Probably one more week.
The green ink in their ears is finally starting to wear off from the tattoos. They are full breed dairy goats so they have a particular number tattooed in their ears. It tells what farm they are from, the year they were born and what number goat they were in the line up of births that season.