We seem to be in a slump. Both of us. I am not keen, and Rave only wants to work the goats. Well Rave wants to mother the goats is more like it. She still sees them as babies. They still see me as momma. So goats gather at my kness and Rave licks their faces. And Rave is so distracted by the goats that she doesn't want to work the sheep. Will keep trying for a month or so but if it doesn't improve as the goats get older I will have to take them back. Rave may always see these goats as being needed to be babysat instead or worked. That said when needed she did go up on top of the hay stack and bring the babies back to earth.
The goats, as goats, are a great lot of fun. Because they were bottle babies they are really bonded to people. So you go out and they all come running for some petting. Streaching up their little necks to look at you and wagging their tails when you pet them. They also nibble on your shirt. They are a laugh a minute. But heaven help you if you want to get into the barn without them. Six little goats all pushing their heads in the door, between your legs, around your back.
Rave has worked 'regular' goats. Meaning adults who were not bottle raised and she had no problem with working those. But she seems to think that these goats are babies and need baby sitting not worked. I think she would have made a great mother.
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