Our new little goat, Rachael, is fitting right in.
Upon bringing her home, both Rustic Russ and I began “talking” to her as her mother would.
Low, reassuring Baaaaa sounds.
Being a surrogate goat Mama and Papa comes in handy.
We call and she comes a runnin’.
She wants that “motherly” reassurance.
And that “fatherly” approval.
The only time she isn’t responding back, is when her little mouth is full.
Thank goodness she likes leaves, and not berries.
Not yet anyway.
At the end of the day, she must return to the company of other ruminants.
It’s only right.
Until tomorrow ~ gotta love those goats ~ God willing,