Sweetie is new to us. Most of our Mini Nubian goats are related to each other, so Sweetie brought us some “new blood.” She’s wonderawful. We love her, but she isn’t one of ours, so she has some annoying habits we’re asking her to break.
And she is fascinated by how things work here. Sometimes, she’s terribly annoyed with us. She tried to break into the milk room almost daily, and she thinks it’s terribly unfair we don’t let her in. But she also looks a bit amazed when she joins the gaggle of goats swirling around us for pets at the end of the day.
And she is truly fascinated with baby goat bonding. With the cold weather, I tuck each baby goat into my “mobile portable baby goat heater”, which is to say, I tuck them into my jacket. It warms them up and gets them used to hugs. (I do not think goats understand the concept of clothes. Sweetie can see me put Spirit into my jacket, and she’ll turn around and scream “I lost my baby!” like she has no concept that Spirit is in my jacket. She doesn’t even look for Spirit near me, even though that’s the last place she saw her. It’s like she thinks I teleported Spirit when I picked her up.)
Now, I’m tucking new babies into my jacket. And Sweetie comes over every single time, to look in my jacket. “What do you have there?”
This morning, I sat in Meg’s stall, next to Sweetie’s stall, and warmed up one of Meg’s kids. Sweetie came over and poked her head through the stall divider. I sat there awhile, hugging the baby and petting Sweetie.