I haven’t named them, yet. If I had, I would name the one on the right, “Squirt.” You see, she developed diarrhea after arriving home. She might not like getting stuck with that name… As she feels better, I’ll get to know their personalities and try to name accordingly.
We assumed the stress of the move caused her ailment, but you hate to assume. We called the nice people we purchased the goats from. He said, “Give her Pepto-Bismol.” Hunh! Really? So, we did. She had a pink mouth after that. Why didn’t I get a picture of that!? Darn it. I guess it is because I was more worried about her health than even thinking of taking pictures.
The next morning, she was still, well, squirty. So, I called our nice vet’s office. What to do for my pregnant girl? Grass hay (check) and whole oats (no check). Off to the feed store I went. Gotta get oats for my goats.
Today, she is better!
Did I mention the people we purchased the goats from sonogramed the goats while we were there? Twins! They are each carrying twins. They are due early-February.
I’m excited. I’m nervous. I have a lot to learn. I feel like Prissy from Gone with the Wind. “I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ babies!” I hope they break me in easily.