I’ve been swamped with work (and trying to stay ahead of the grass which never seems to stop growing), but wanted to give a quick update. Puddles the Goat Kid is now nearly three months old, and thriving:
Her broken leg has completely healed, thanks to an outrageous amount of duct tape. I still bottle feed her a couple of times a day, which provides a good use for the milk that we can’t use (because goats stepped in it during milking, etc.). She bleats and comes running when I call her. But otherwise, she’s integrating well into the rest of the herd, and spends all her days with them in the pasture. Given where she started from, 95% dead on the floor of a frozen barn in mid-March, and then with a broken leg, her current condition qualifies as pretty much miraculous.
Sadly, I can’t say the same thing for Ellipsis the Lamb. We gave it everything we could for her, but she was not able to integrate with the flock (no bummer lamb we’ve had ever has been able to do it). She was more a pet than anything else, and I bottle fed her several times a day, but something wasn’t right in her little system. I’m not sure if it’s because she was eating too much stuff other than milk at too young an age. Or what. But a few weeks ago, we found her dead out in the pasture. She’d been looking a little bloated earlier that day, but had seemed to be getting around okay. And then, just as suddenly, she wasn’t.
It was very sad, particularly since she was the last of Dot’s line and we’d really wanted to keep her. But such is farm life, especially when livestock are involved. You give everything you have, as a good shepherd and steward. Sometimes they thrive. Sometimes they don’t. It’s a great mystery, and I certainly don’t claim to understand it. We just keep plugging away, and keep doing everything we can for our little flock.