"When a goat goes down..."
I thought the circling was bad. But watching my doe
twirl in place was nothing compared to arriving with goat breakfast in
hand Friday morning...and only having one goat meet me at the door.
Artemesia was hidden beneath the milking stand, her eyes open but no
other movement when I approached and begged her to get up. She ate a
couple of pieces of carrots out of my hand after much coaxing.
Once again, I walked her
down to the trailer. It was nearly sunset at this point and I couldn't
bear the thought of her freezing up in the barn all night while in her
weakened state. But clouds rolled in and the temperature warmed.
Meanwhile, Artemesia started feeling good enough to tramp around
underneath the elevated sofa where we'd stashed her. She wasn't
sleeping, I wasn't sleeping, and poor Aurora was crying up in the
pasture where she wasn't sleeping either. So, at half past midnight, I
limped my sick doe back up the hill and sent her to bed with her
We'll have word back on
her fecal sample today. In the meantime, I'm just keeping my fingers
crossed that Artemesia continues to improve. I feel like she's already
proved the medical world wrong twice --- according to the vet, once a
goat goes down she usually doesn't get back up. Artemesia has picked
herself up and brushed herself off twice now, so I hope she's willing
to settle in for the long haul of frequent honeysuckle feedings and a
return to full health.
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