When I got back from my trip I noticed how much Cora Belle and Filbert have grown and decided to move them into the big goat pen to be with their own kind. That's where they wanted to be.....until I actually did it. They stood at the gate and hollered, "Hey, we didn't mean it. We aren't really goats! We are bottle babies! Get us out of here!" But I left them in and they seem to be adjusting. And in the long run it will be where I want them to be anyway. In order to move them in I had to move Ruckus and Moly out so that Cora Belle won't get bred too early by Ruckus, if he ever decides to become a buck. Let's just say he's a late bloomer. Ruckus and Moly are now in the nursery pen until Hubby gets over the shock of losing his beloved truck and even more beloved motorcycle trailer and is capable of building me another pen. Who knows when that will be but I will just bide my time until that cloudy look leaves his face.
It is good to be back to normal, but I won't truly be back to normal until I get a new camera. Until then I will be posting old pictures. That darn disposable is still sitting on the counter until I can remember to get it to Target to be developed.
Man, I love digital!