Carmin Rollenhagen
Chillin' with the herd
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My parents raised goats for most of the time I was growing up, and at one point had goals of becoming an USDA (I think) certified milk facility. After I got married I acquired a pet goat, then a milk doe because my son had colic and wouldn't nurse, and my philosophy has always been if I went eat it I'm not forcing my children to, so goat milk became his nutrition because I couldn't stand the smell of formula. (Before anyone panics, we kept up with Drs to be sure he was getting what he needed). So years passed and my children have grown * not completely, still have a 16 and 19 year olds at home with older siblings at 22 and 24* and I decided to get some meat goats. I like them. They are pretty low maintenance. Then last fall my dad gave my sister and I the last of his herd which was pretty bittersweet. The oldest doe we euthanized ( at 15 years old, she didn't have any teeth and was failing in health) then my sister took one and I kept the last doe. A beautiful Nubian named Mini.
She had her first kids this morning. Problem is she couldn't care less about the kids. She had them before my morning check in, so no issues there. My other does were all about cleaning and mothering them. Mini just looked at them. She wandered across the pen and got a drink. Then stood there about half way back just looking at me like she had no clue what those little things were and were of no concern to her. I brought her back over to them and I know she only stood there because she's an attention hog and I was petting her. I'm SO hoping this passes. She was raised by my parents so I know she really has no clue but I don't want to bottle feed if I don't have too, besides that would mean milking also and I don't want to do that either, LOL! So the adventure begins...
She had her first kids this morning. Problem is she couldn't care less about the kids. She had them before my morning check in, so no issues there. My other does were all about cleaning and mothering them. Mini just looked at them. She wandered across the pen and got a drink. Then stood there about half way back just looking at me like she had no clue what those little things were and were of no concern to her. I brought her back over to them and I know she only stood there because she's an attention hog and I was petting her. I'm SO hoping this passes. She was raised by my parents so I know she really has no clue but I don't want to bottle feed if I don't have too, besides that would mean milking also and I don't want to do that either, LOL! So the adventure begins...