The Saturday following the arrival of our Hungry Goats, Mr. Wild Dingo and I entered the pasture from Lower Nitwit trail to begin our dog walk. As usual, I began taking photos while Mr. Wild Dingo, the cracker and the criminal all patiently looked on. Then I saw a little black blob that wasn't there the day before. A baby goat who, from the looks of her mom, had arrived merely hours before we did.
Squeeee! Isn't this just the cutest thing? Normally Jill keeps her baby goats at the farm until they are weened and ready to work. She didn't know there was a pregnant doe among our workers. But since this mom is nursing and protective of her baby, Jill just let the baby and mom stay.
"Oh, what is this? I wonder what it does?"
"Scratches! How nice to have my own built-in scratching tools!"
Look at the baby goat's feetie feets! Squeee!
One evening while I was out photographing the goats, Jill came by to feed Lu Lu and check on things.
She asked me, "Did you pick up the baby goat yet?"
"Um, nooooo," I answered, a bit perplexed. Why would I pick up a baby goat? Living in Switzerland, I had it driven into me that you shouldn't disturb the livestock in any fashion while walking through the farms and the last thing I would want to do is stress any animal, baby or mom. She told me it was totally acceptable and went over to the culvert where the baby had been bedded down explaining that it was fine to pick them up after they were cleaned off by the mom.
Poor Jill. She had been patiently answering my infinite questions about farming and goats. So I asked her why I should pick up a baby goat thinking there'd be some kind of socialization theory behind it.
Jill of Hungry Goats snuggles with the new born goat.
She exclaimed, "Because they're so darn soft and adorable!" With that, she promptly handed the baby goat to me. She was right!
I don't know Internet. I think there's an unwritten rule that if a goat is born on your property, it's yours, right? Or at least named after you!
Like what you're reading? Buy the pups a bone!