Timing is everything

Just another instance of perfect timing. My husband went out to check his goats Friday evening and found a newborn kid in the field. She'd been cleaned up but none of the momma goats were claiming her. If Mike hadn't found her when he did, she'd have surely ended up bait to a predator or frozen to death in the cold, drizzly weather. Nearly lifeless, Mike brought the young doe inside and put her on a heating pad and since she was too weak to even eat he tube-fed her. She slept through the night and was doing a little better yesterday. At least she was taking the bottle.

Well, lookee here. What a difference a day makes. After a day of bottles and a little cuddling (not to mention many kisses from the dogs!) this little gal is up and ready to go. We had her in a box, but this morning when I woke up she was cruising around the kitchen. She seemed to particularly enjoy stepping up on the brick hearth and leaping into the air for a snazzy dismount!

I couldn't resist giving her a chance to explore before putting her in a kennel. She's definitely curious. Dakota, our 5 month old Chocolate lab (47 lbs), was pretty delighted to have a new buddy to visit with, until that kid started trying to nurse on him!



Guess we'll have to name her now. Any suggestions?

Thank goodness for good shepherds like my husband – timing really is everything.

Hugs and happy Sunday~