Biscuit

Guess who had to come home a little early from the fair?

Biscuit, the runt.

With him being away from the farm all day I couldn't monitor his nursing.

I couldn't make sure he was getting enough.

So he started langishing.

(That's kindof a nice word for dying.)
So Biscuit came home and I put him on a bottle.

He's doing much better now.
Even though he made me break my hard and fast rule:
NO ANIMALS IN THE HOUSE.

He's been sleeping in a crate in the laundry room.
And getting fed 5-6 times a day.
Maybe once or twice at night.

And he's doing much better now.
Much, much better.
Thankfully, goats grow up quicker than children.
Because I could sure use some sleep.
Soon.