I love this little brown bear. I think she is the cutest thing. She’s one of Fanta’s two girls. She doesn’t have a name yet. I just call her the brown one.
This is Fanta’s other girl, the black one.
And this is Sprite’s baby (boy).
I’m almost convinced at this point that all three of these babies are polled. Polled means that they are naturally hornless. They are going on three weeks old and there is no sign of horn buds. Dr. Pepper’s horn buds could be felt by the time he was a week old. Fanta and Sprite are both polled, so their babies had a 50/50 chance of no horns. (It certainly makes things easier.)
Nutmeg’s baby, Dr. Pepper, is nearly a month old now.
He’s fully horned, carbonated, oxidated, hydrogenated, you name it.
You can see how much bigger he is than Fanta’s girls here:
It’s been very, very busy in the goat house these last few weeks since it started filling up with babies and mommies. The drama! You don’t know the half of it and it would singe your eyebrows off if you did. If one mommy’s not stealing another one’s lipstick, somebody’s calling somebody else fat. And the babies! They are flying from the ceiling and boomeranging off the walls.
And yet, it’s just too soon to let the babies out in the big, wide world of the goat yard with all those big stompy animals and the cold weather. Getting those mommies lassoed back into the goat house once they saw Par-ee would be no mean feat either.
You know that one is just one hoof-step away from backsliding into those wild oats she realized she’d forgotten to sow just as soon as she had her baby.
And so this weekend we opened up the goat house porch for a romper room, giving needed space for those hot-headed mommies and plenty of room for dancing, flying babies.
The goat house porch has to be shut off any time there are tiny ones around because the babies are so little at first, they will fall right out through the fence.
The babies are bigger now, ready for the space and their first peek at the big, wide world.
From the goat house porch, they can see the ducks in the chicken yard.
They can see where those chickens go when they’re not squawking around in the goat house.
They can see the birds at the bird feeders.
They can see those big, giant stompy animals. (Crooked Little Hen alert.)
And a big, giant baby who likes milk, too!
They just know they will love her. They have so much in common!
And one day, probably in about another month, they’ll be even bigger, and the mommies will pull each other’s hair for the last time and they will all go out into that big, wide world.
But not today.
Today, they will stay in their little goat house that, to them, is so big they sometimes forget how to get back into the house from the porch.
Dr. Pepper: “How did I get here? Did I come through this crack?”
The only world they really need right now is the world….
…..that is made up of the mommies.