This was the toughest season I have ever experienced in all my years of breeding goats.
This is a photo of our little Agatha. You can see how tiny she was next to my hand. Rose found her at 6:30 am Easter morning lying next to her poor, tiny sister who had not made it through the very cold morning. Mama Louisa, one of our own breeding, delivered the little beauties early, I believe. They had no teeth; a sure sign that they were premature. For three days Agatha lay by my bed in a nest made of my favorite Aran sweater. We tube fed her every 2 hours as she was too weak to nurse. She finally decided that this world was too hard and left us.............
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