I had 6 new goatlings born on the farm this month. One darling little doeling got separated from her dam right after she was born, and when I came home from work I found her out in the buck pasture all alone and asking someone to come help her and feed her.
I tried to get her dam to accept her, using a few different techniques but alas, none of them worked so I have been bottle feeding her several times a day. And night...
I call her "Baby". She has a sister who I call "Sister".
