I'm one of the teenage daughters and I live on the farm. I'm 13 and this is my favorite goat, Charlie. You see, he was born on a cold, cold, cold, (12 below zero F) February evening... and Charlie's mama got scared and ran away from her babies(just born). We found the twins on the ground. The first was dead(sniff) but the second was holding onto life by a thread. We rushed him inside and put him on a heating pad. He was nearly dead and my mom was telling me how we had done our best for him and that it would be OK if he died. At about 11:00 pm, my dad came in and told us to do something with this animal because he was standing up, wagging his tail and hollering for food. I bottle fed him that night and every day after that until he was grown. Today, Charlie is as much a pet as one of the dogs. He knows that he's a member of the farm management team. He has a beautiful curly white fleece as soft and sweet as his personality.
What joy!! What wonder!!! What a miracle..
Ok I'll stop there before I get too goofy.
His picture isn't very nice because he wouldn't back up from the camera so we could take a nice one. We'll shear him next week and then he'll look like a little lamb.
4 comments:
Oh what a wonderful post!! You obviously have a very strong bond with Charlie ... who looks just great in the photo.
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Hi Funkymunky!!! You can call me Bethy and I'm the 3rd member in this knitting trio. Yes I do have a strong bond with Charlie although he's going through a teenage thing were he gets a snotty attitude if I don't read his mind and give him just what he wants at that moment. Oh well! I still love him.
I just love his curly hair! How wonderful that you resued him!
Hello miricle Charlie!!
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