On Sunday morning, as we cried for Loretta, a baby was being born. One of Jill’s does gave birth to twins. Olaf and Elsa are half Alpine, half Saanen, pure white with tiny waddles under their chin. We brought home Elsa yesterday.
She is not quite solid on her feet yet. She looks like Bambi on ice trying to maneuver the floors. She slides into the splits then promptly gets back up to play. Ichabod the cat has adopted her and they played peek a boo with the shopping bag. Elsa played Maryjane’s piano, watched American Idol, and drank a few bottles. She may very well be already spoiled.
When she grows up, she will give us roughly two gallons of milk a day. That’s a lot of Swiss cheese!
Goats are pack animals, they need a community. Since Buttercup, Katrina’s baby, is already sold, Katrina would be all alone. Pity, no one to bully. Good thing Elsa will be a large goat! She takes a bottle every four hours right now so is living in the house for a few days. She will gradually start sleeping with the alpacas, peeking at the goats through the fence, then will move over to the goat yard when she is a little sturdier. Buttercup will go to her new home and I will have Elsa and Katrina.
Welcome, Elsa, to Pumpkin Hollow Farm!