The Runt

There's a goat in our house.

And it shoudn't be this one.

This is the one that's gonna need a little bit of our help.

The runt.

Her name is Cookie.

Because she was about as big as a cookie when she was born.

We are giving her little bottles of goat milk every day.

She still prefers her momma

but doesn't always get there before her two big sisters.

As our vet put it:

"Momma's only got two dinner plates."

And we couldn't believe it when Cookie's eyes turned blue.

They weren't blue in the beginning.

But now they are!

Out of 5 kids, we've got 3 with blue eyes.

I'm liking those odds.

Now, let's get these goats back in the barn!

Do you want people to think you live in one?

Wait.

Don't answer that.

Just hand over the goat to her momma.

Both momma goat and bottle momma,

wants those goats in the barn! :-)