A few years ago, I had a mama goat give birth to two males. One was quite a bit smaller than his brother. I noticed the big brother was cleaned off, but mama goat hadn’t touched the little one. When it came time to nurse, the mama let the big brother eat, but pushed away the little one too. I knew that I needed to take him away from her and bottle feed him. He was so tiny that he could fit in my boot.
He stayed in the house and I potty trained him and taught him tricks.
In the summer, Dunkin would go on backpack trips and rock climbing.
#happygoat
