Tunis new born lambs This is the time of the year when there are raging thunder storms and flash storms with huge deluges of rain. All the animals have shelters, but for some reason, some choose not to go inside. Hopefully, the new mothers will know enough to move their babies to safety, where it is dry. Young chicks are frightened of loud noises and often pile on one another to the extent of smothering the ones on the bottom and they die. They are inside a granary and although they can hear the thunder and listen to the falling rain, they are not exposed to the actual storm. Hopefully, they won't pile.
Bottle feeding the babies means I will get soaking wet when I go out to them. I think they know enough to stay in the shelter with the other little goats who have mothers to teach them things they need to know. The poor little orphans have to learn a lot from observing rather than being taught. I cuddle them and tell them I love them when I feed them, so at least they feel that they are loved. I hope they are not afraid of the thunder.
Bottle feeding the babies means I will get soaking wet when I go out to them. I think they know enough to stay in the shelter with the other little goats who have mothers to teach them things they need to know. The poor little orphans have to learn a lot from observing rather than being taught. I cuddle them and tell them I love them when I feed them, so at least they feel that they are loved. I hope they are not afraid of the thunder.
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