I know most of you want to see cute kid photos like the one above. But what I've really been aching for all week is this:
Poor Artemesia is a
helicopter mother who won't eat when she could be taking care of her
kids. And I'll admit I'm a helicopter mother too --- I fuss over our
doe's dietary intake (or lack thereof) like crazy.
Slowly but surely,
though, we're learning how to get our mama goat to eat. Best option ---
shut the kids in the coop and drag Artemesia down to the floodplain on a
leash. She'll cry for a few minutes, then she seems to forget her
offspring and settles down to the important task of filling her belly.
The twins are always just fine when we return.
Second-best option: cut some boot-stage grain plants
and drop them off in her manger...then babysit the kids while Artemesia
chows down. I've learned the hard way that just dumping the grub and
running does no good. But if you stick the buckling in the crook of one
arm and then pet Aurora into submission, Artemesia will actually eat.
And, yes, I've also been
easing our doe onto a bit of grain as well. As much as I hate to do it, I
know she needs to keep her calorie count up to feed those high-octane
goat babies. Grain goes down the gullet fast enough that she can
actually grab a few bites in between kid wrangling. Hopefully in a few
more weeks, she'll ease off on her overprotectiveness and the whole
family can go out to enjoy dinner on the green.