Three of Bea's babies were various shades of brown and one, the smallest, was white. Whether it was his color or his size or the fact that she just couldn't deal with all four of them, I don't know, but for some reason, she rejected the little guy. She just refuses to let him eat. So we have a bottle baby. I have been raising goats for about 12 years and this is the first one I have had to bottle feed as we always let dams raise their kids. So here I am washing baby bottles and heating milk, and it has been how many years since I did this for any kind of a kid?
My family came up for the fourth, and we had a wonderful visit. Lots of good, old-fashioned food like chicken and dumplings, vegetables from the garden and homemade ice cream. It was so good to have my mom, dad, sis and her kids here.
My niece and nephews enjoyed visiting the animals. My niece helped me feed the bottle baby...
And my nephews gathered eggs...
And hung out with Peaches, the cow.
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Sounds like you had a wonderful week, loved reading this :)
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