Being a farmer certainly has it joys, the miracle of new life, watching babies frolic and grow, the serenity of living in harmony with what is, but, it has a very hard side too - loss. Dominique died this afternoon at 2 days old. I have no idea what happened to him or why he failed to thrive. It was a difficult birth for sure and perhaps he was somehow damaged. On his delivery day, he was not robust, but he was awake and alive and managed to nurse on his own from his mother after 24 hours, yet today, he lay in a corner. I put him to his mother a number of times and he refused to nurse, so I milked her and tried to feed him with a bottle. He was listless and mostly limp. A little blood came up with his milk. His tummy was not empty. I could hear some sloshing in there when I picked him up. Yet, poor poor Dominique expired. My heart is broken for the Mamma goat, a terrible mother goat she is, but none the less, she is calling and calling for her son. I guess it was not meant to be, but still, it is very hard losing a life that one helped to bring into the world. Sad.
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