Mark and I tossed around
a lot of solutions for our
randy buckling problem. A chastity belt for Aurora. Various types
of pastures for Punkin. In the end, the only thing we were confident
would hold him during the first few upsetting days was a tether.
Sure
enough, the yelling commenced as soon as we slipped a harness on Punkin
and led him away from the pasture. I'm not sure who was more upset ---
me, Punkin, or Artemesia. Aurora, on the other hand, got over losing
her paramour pretty darn fast.
The game plan is to see
if Punkin will take a bottle so I can slowly reduce his milk intake
until he's 100% on grass. If he won't drink from a bottle or a pan,
we'll go for supervised visits, although I'd like to let mother and son
forget each other as soon as possible. Hopefully by the middle of July,
all of this drama and trauma will be behind us.