There's
a new darling doeling in town....
Back in the winter when
I named Aurora before she hatched, I asked Mark if he thought our
hypothetical doeling would be as sweet as her mother. "Sweeter," he
said promptly. "Impossible!" I replied.
But motherhood is tough
on everyone, and I'm forced to admit the transition to a new life stage
has taken a tiny bit of shine off Artemesia's halo. She's still the
world's greatest milk goat. She lets me milk her without locking her
head in the stanchion, goes wherever I ask without a leash, and
generally acts like the perfect herd animal.
On
the other hand, making 6 cups of milk per day takes a lot of calories.
So Artemesia doesn't have as much time to caper as she used to.
Instead, she generally needs to hunker down and eat.
Enter doeling 2.0....
At three months old,
Aurora is just a little younger than Artemesia was when we brought her
home. And the sweetness of a teenibopper goat is very much in evidence.
Sunday, our darling doeling snuggled up to me as I read in the woods
and let me stroke her soft fur for quite a long time. And I realized
--- even though this sounds like heresy --- that Mark might be right.
Aurora might be even sweeter than her mother.