Sad news to report from the Mansion today. One of the twin baby goats has died.
We arrived home from school, and The Pony dashed outside to check on the goats and his favorite rooster, Survivor. Only yesterday, The Pony found Survivor in the chicken coop with all his tail feathers gone, and a chunk bitten out of his chicken butt. Farmer H put Survivor in the old rabbit hutch to heal. He tried putting a banty hen in there with him to keep him company, but Survivor was having none of that.
The Pony was pleased to find Survivor still kickin', but saddened to find the black baby goat laying beside a tree trunk and unable to get up. Nellie, the mama, had her head stuck in the fence again. Farmer H arrived home and freed Nellie. Who knows how long she'd been there. It could have been since last night. Farmer H doesn't check on his goat children before leaving for work anymore.
Einstein H let Nellie out of the fence before trying to feed the dying baby. He sent The Pony back to the Mansion for an old bottle and some warm water and milk. I asked The Pony why we were giving the baby goat cow's milk when he had perfectly good goat's milk inside his mama. The Pony replied, "Dad can't catch Nellie." Duh.
After a 15-minute struggle to slip some milk down that baby goat's throat, the poor kid expired. I blame Farmer H and his inattention to the fence/goat horn situation, which has been going on all summer. Now it has returned to bite Farmer H on the butt.
At the expense of a baby goat. Which might have survived if it had a mama to take care of it and nurse it over the past 24 hours. Farmer H denies any wrongdoing, stating that Nellie had a bag full of milk, so it wasn't due to her inability to feed her kids from being starved and dehydrated with her head in the fence. But it kind of proves my point that the baby hadn't been nursing that bag full of milk. Maybe he needed a good lickin' or other encouragement.
The Pony is devastated. But the baby white goat is kicking up its heels.