FEEDING THE MULTITUDES. . .

Most of you know that I am known as the "deer lady".  I have been brought more fawns to raise than I can count and I would hate to add up the amount of milk that we have paid for.  While I was on my fun trip Ed told me my worst nightmare had come true--the vet had  a deer for us.  This morning on my walk I discovered that one of my goats had given birth to twins (triplets but one had died) and she was refusing to care for them.  My son-in-law drove by and I asked him what I should do.  I was more than willing to carry them home and bottle feed them.  He said he didn't think they would make it because the mother goat has huge, swollen "dinners" and didn't want the babies around her.  A little later I went back and loaded up the two babies (and my dear sweet Snowbell didn't even bother to notice!!) and brought them to the pen with the deer!  I force fed the most pitiful one and you should see her now.  She's up running around.  The other one is not taking to the bottle as well, but I won't give up.  I intend for them to make it.  I'll get pictures tomorrow of the goats and the deer whose name is Canada. Bet you can't guess why?