We left Nelly in the barn this year, and found this wet wee beasty yesterday morning. #1 did the morning check and figured he missed all the action by about 10 minutes.
He was clean, but wet, when I got out to the barn. He was having trouble getting up on his feet, and shivering terribly. I rubbed him down to dry him off and get the circulation going, but he was still shivering and stumbling.
The weather was beautiful. We hit +4!! So we left them in the pasture for the day.
Late in the afternoon we got ready to make the move to the milk room. The nights are still too cold to leave him outside.
Moving him was a breeze. He followed Nelly out of the pasture, and then followed #2 along the path we use to get to the milk room. #2 has dubbed him Patrick.
Not so easy for Nelly. Our path was too narrow for her and she sunk in the snow to her belly.
#2 started shovelling a new path (easier than shovelling the hard pack we've been walking on). #1 shovelled Nelly out of the snow and got her onto the new path. Husband went down to the other end to shovel, and they met in the middle. Then Nelly walked across to reunite with her baby.
After checking to make sure he was ok- already napping in the manger, she went about eating her dinner.
And all was well in the world. Until the wee noise maker came out to see what was going on.
What was that?
Oh! Where did that come from? Nelly met her new nephew. (Nelly was raised in part by Mama goat). Life was good.
Until Sheila came charging in, climbing over top of Patrick (I don't think she even saw him), through the manger to her boy. There was a mild scuffle between Nelly and Sheila, but then they took to opposite sides of the room and both settled down. I suppose if my sister had climbed over top of my baby, I'd have tried to t-bone her too.
The wee billy looks just like his daddy, with just a touch of colour to him- almost like he's just a little dirty. He's a week old and has no name! Suggestions for the letter "P"?