A few days ago (before he sold his goats, so we didn't know who they belonged to) Dad told me that a doe had 'slipped kids' in the field above our house. When Jon and I walked up there our little former 'Bottle baby' goat " Tinkerbelle" came running crying at us, she had miscarried twins. A little buck and a doe. They were both Lamancha and were really pretty. They were extremely tiny and premature. Poor little girl, she followed me around (and still does) calling and grunting, I told her that I know exactly how she feels.I buried her little ones near the pond where the goats like to spend time munching grass and nibbling on the Mulberry tree. I'm sure Tink will spend alot of time near them, whether she knows it or not. But the odd thing is, she followed me when I took them to bury them and she nuzzled them and tried to clean them. It was so sad. She acted just like a doe that had just given birth to live full term kids. She'll make a wonderful mother some day.. just not yet.
Rest in peace little ones.
