I got an email from the breeder saying that Miss Butter is feeling very grown up and is off the bottle and eating alfalfa and grain and would like to come home a week early. Very exciting! Maybe she can help her slacker roommates figure out how to start eating poison oak. The little doots (our collective nickname for the boys) are not cooperating on the forage front. Their large pen is full of all kinds of yummy things to munch on: Black oak, live oak, poison oak, vetch, thistles, and plain old grass. Yet they pretty much just want to eat alfalfa and stay close to the barn.
The doots were not bottle babies, they were raised by their mama, and I’m starting to think they are real mama’s boys! Get out there and doot your jobs!