As you know, we have two one-week-old kids. Bernie Sanders is the son of Maisie. Kiki is the daughter of Penny. I have spent many hours this past week trying to figure out where they are, because their mothers are both somewhat irresponsible and go off with the crowd for partying (grazing) and may or may not bring their kids with them.
There is nothing more worrying for me to count the goats at night and find those two little kids are missing. Again. and Again.
Last night, we got all the goats in before we shot off our fireworks, except, apparently, those two little kids. OMG. I was sure they were dead somewhere out in the field. I left the gate to their night pasture open so Penny and Maisie could go find their kids and bring them home – and of course the big LGDs were out with them for protection.
This morning, all the goats were out in the field, and I hoped that the moms had recovered their kids. John and I went out to brunch, stopped at WalMart on the way home, and I fully expected to see the kids with their moms under the big shade tree they all hang out under during the heat of the day.
Nope. No Bernie Sanders, no Kiki. Two mama goats with extremely swollen teats, look up at me and basically shrug their shoulders.
I knew it was my turn to go look for the darn kids. Buffy, Willow, Cassie and I took off into the horse pasture first.
It was too hot to do much more than go down to the lake and climb back up. I am not in great shape, and it’s a pretty humid, hot summer day. I decided to try to get those darn mama goats up off their butts to go look for their kids.
I yelled at them. I sprayed the hose on them. They just got up, walked a couple of feet away and settled down again.
I figured I was going to have to go look more myself. So I got in the Ranger, turned it on and headed down the road towards the end of the property. I heard a goat screaming, turned around, an Penny was chasing after me – screaming for her kid.
I went one way when we got to the dead end – she went through the fence and kept going.
In a few minutes, she returned, with two very bouncy kids, who had apparently spent the night out hidden away in the woods. She allowed both of the kids to nurse from her (told you Bernie Sanders is a socialist goat- he thinks he gets to have everyone’s milk), and then they trotted back to the big shade tree. Willow got up in the Ranger with me and we followed them down the road.