Saturday, 8 June 2013

Noisy babies

Whilst I was at Balham market today, David was busy cleaning out those babies again.  And tonight we weaned two more pens.  The noise has to be heard to be believed.  They are not impressed with the fact that they no longer have free access to milk.  Just barley and hay and fresh water.  It's rubbish ...  Poor babies.  I have tried to explain to them that they are big and strong and all grown up now.  Only tiny babies have milk .... but they don't listen.  Just fix me with a hard goatie stare and yell at me.  VERY loudly.

Although there was still a cold wind blowing hard all day, the goaties were outside in the field again.  Including our dear Fremlin who enjoyed the sunshine on his old bones:

Talking of getting older and growing up - take a look at how tall those goatlings are these days:

Apart from you-know-who, of course.  Here she is with her friend Cleo:

And tonight Valerie led both her young chaps into the parlour at milking time. 

I have to say that I am a little worried about the white boy though.  He came into the parlour but did not really eat and seemed a bit off colour.  His eyes seemed a little dull and he was definitely not quite right - couldn't put my finger on it exactly, but he just wasn't his normal little self. 

We have separated Valerie and the two boys off into their own area for the night so that we can be sure that he is close to mum to keep warm and feed if he needs to.  I would hate to think that he was poorly and not able to get close to Valerie for comfort.  Fingers crossed that he will be OK in the morning ...

1 comment:

  1. Just back from Fuerteventura in the early hours of this morning and know just what you mean about that cold hard wind blowing .....

    What was the final tally of boy and girl kids?