Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Meet "X" and "X".
Noise and wariness is warranted, as they were ripped out of their birth home, the only familiar place they have known (he was born in January and she in April), placed in a dog crate in the back of my car, were driven through a monsoon complete with thunder and lightning, then transported across my bumpy yard to the alien barn. It is enough to put anyone off their feed. The wether had collapsed in my lap by late afternoon, apparently thrilled he was not going to be killed. She is not so convinced.
I had sectioned off a nice part of the hay barn and put up a roomy fenced in yard for them. After being doubly careful that I had closed off any cracks they might squeeze through, I was working on the barn door when, to my shock, the doeling appeared in front of me. On the wrong side of the barrier. I quickly ushered her through the gate to her bellowing brother, only to find her staring at me five minutes later. She had squeezed through a space at the end of one of the pallets forming the wall and popped out in the back. Did I mention they are tiny? I wedged my post pounder in the hole and that seems to have worked for now.
They need names. I cannot keep calling them the "Goaties". And I know y'all are endlessly creative, sensitive, smart, and funny. So put your name choices in your comments and I will choose their names by the the weekend.