Although Artemesia is
(hopefully) six weeks into her first pregnancy, she's still a kid at
heart. So while her herdmate munched on oats and honeysuckle, Artemesia
jumped up on the tractor to take a gander at the chickens, then she wandered over to check out our split-wood supply.
Abigail, on the other
hand, kept her head down and ate as fast as she could. Although dried
off now, a summer and fall of milking took a lot of weight off our doe's
bones and she's only started putting the fat back on in the last week
or two.
So I guess each goat knows what she needs. Abigail needs fresh, undried
nutrition, while Artemesia needs fun to refresh the sweetness lamp she
shines so gracefully over our farm. Good thing a half an hour out of the
pasture can easily provide both!