Before kicking Abigail out of the goat shed,
Mark took a couple of minutes to cobble together a basic, temporary
shelter for her. It's been awfully dry lately, so I think between the tarp and the IBC tank our doe will be fine for the next week.
I was actually more
worried about how the ultra-social Artemesia would respond to being
neighbors instead of roommates with Abigail. To my surprise our first
freshener's reaction consisted of chewing her cud and taking advantage
of the peace and quiet to sleep in the next morning. Maybe Mark's gut
reaction to separate them weeks ago would have been the right decision
after all.