It’s looking like days are now numbered for T-3’s stay in my office.
In the days since my initial post about her, the little goat kid who was once on death’s door has continued to thrive. She’s drinking more milk than ever, and isn’t shy about letting me know she’s hungry. As a result, she’s growing very nicely. Definitely putting on weight, and is extremely healthy and energetic.
So, what’s the problem? Why are her days numbered?
In short, she’s now figured out how to do this:
pretty much at will, any time she feels like it. Yes, it’s fun having her hop up and climb onto me when I stretch out to read a book or watch TV. But I’ve already caught her trying to piddle on the couch…and if she ever succeeds in soaking the cushions, that’s going to be a problem.
So far, she’s not terribly interested in jumping up unless there’s a person on the couch to be with. Or a dog.
But sometimes, it seems she just wants to be “up.” Because, you know, that’s just What. Goats. Do. There’s a reason why they’re not house pets.
We’ll probably give her a few more days to bulk up, and then begin transitioning her to the barn. It’ll depend on the weather, of course. I’m not going to put her out there if the temps drop into the single digits. But if we get a reasonably mild stretch (at least by January-in-Michigan standards), we’ll definitely make the move.