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My mornings these days mean a trip to the barn with the bottle for Maia as soon as it is light. She is so eager for her first milk in the morning! And she’s not the only one. Nutmeg and Fanta would like a bottle, too! So I take Maia out to the milking parlor to feed her separately then take her back to the nursery stall to play with the other babies. A bottle baby becomes very attached to their human mama, though, and any time I’m in the stall, Maia is at my feet. Meanwhile, the rest of the farm is waking up and deciding what to do with their day–so here’s my little slice of morning with bottle baby. (All four babies are doing great, by the way. And check out what a messy eater Maia is!)
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