It was late Sunday afternoon and Doyle came walking (rather fast for Doyle) into the greenhouse carrying a bundle wrapped in an old sheet. I instantly knew what was going on and Heather and I rushed into the greenhouse. A little bundle of kid was almost lifeless in Doyle’s arms. All I could think of was that this kid needed warmth. Yes, he needed a warm fire, warm milk and rubbing to get his little lifeless body moving. Heather took over the baby goat and I started a fire. Soon, we had him by the fire and I was making a formula supplement. We didn’t have much hope for this little guy, but after rubbing and moving about and wrapping warm old rags from the hot dryer all over him, he started coming around. Peter fed him his first bottle and then Doyle fed him later. Edmund was at first very jealous of this crying little baby, but later he “helped” his Paca feed the little guy. No one expected him to live through the night, but he is still alive on day three even with his cleft palette. We don’t know what kind of prognosis this little guy will have even if he lives, as he may not be able to eat grass. We’ll jump over that hurdle when we get to it. He deserves a chance to live though…..he has fought very hard to get this far!
