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I was so happy about this yesterday--two new kids were born the day after I arrived on the goat farm I'm working at. The mother had actually pushed them outside the pen during the night by accident and couldn't get to them until we came in the morning, so we weren't sure how they were going to do. The girl seemed the worst off so I held her and sang to her and helped her nurse, and by evening she learned to walk by coming toward my hands when I reached for her. So, so amazingly cute.
But today the boy, who seemd perfectly healthy and energetic yesterday, is looking really unwell. He won't lift his head and doesn't seem to be able to see and has sometimes got foam about his mouth. He can stand, but doesn't seem to want to make the effort unless someone lifts him to his feet.
And, thinking about it, I don't know what to hope for, because he's a boy so if he does get well then he'll grow up to be taken from his mom and sister and slaughtered for sausage. |
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