>well she managed to make it through the night and doesn’t seem to have lost any ground.
She’s eating a bit and alert, just can’t move herself.
Thanks for all the kind thoughts. I’m hanging in there. Stressed, tired, emotional and in need of some serious hugs, but hanging in there.
Nadie offered to jump in the car and drive up here but I don’t want her going through what I am.
You know animals never cease to amaze me. Just when you think that you’ve figured them out, they do something to confound you.
Case in point:
Goats hate getting wet. Really really hate it… to the point where they will huddle in a complaining bunch under the meagre protection of the eaves, standing up all night, rather than sprint a few dozen yards to the dry goat house.
Last night it rained, and Rowan and Robbyn were shut out of their house [ Ruby was in there for company and because she would behave]
Rowan and Robbyn kept a drenched vigil against the side of the shed all night long, never moving more than five feet from Rosie’s position.
who said goats are dumb animals?