I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a dinosaur outside. Then I realized it was BP.
By daylight, Glory Bee was bawling along with her. I was about scared to go out and milk BP! But no way am I taking Glory Bee out of the goat yard. I’m tired of chasing her down. Of course, I don’t have her in hand in the goat yard, either. She’s still running around with the lead hanging from her collar. I’m waiting for her to go into the goat pen at some point where I can catch her.
Glory Bee: “I want my mommy.”
“Can’t I please have my mommy?”
“I WANT MY MOMMY NOW!”
BP: “I want my baby.”
“Can’t I please have my baby?”
“I WANT MY BABY NOW!”
I’d give her baby back to BP if I could. They could be like two wild things, wandering the woods together, like a mother deer with her fawn. They would be so happy! It’s West Virginia–there’s lots to eat! Except it’s almost winter and there’s not so much to eat and you have to be able to handle a milk cow….
Here’s what the hullabaloo sounds like:
Play that all day long without stopping and that’s what it’s like here. Progress so far today: Zero. Glory Bee won’t drink milk out of the bucket. And I haven’t caught her yet. I can’t even try to tie her up until I catch her…. How long does she need milk? (She was born September 13.) She’s got to be HUNGRY now. I did see her eat a little bit of hay this morning and drink out of the water bucket.
UPDATE: I have now captured her in the goat pen.
She’s eating hay.