Today the goats followed me to see if there was better hay than what I'd given them near the milk barn. Pessa was the caboose by a long run. Usually Cooper is in the back with her. He's a bag of bones - just the opposite of Pessa. The cold goes right through him but the sun was shining today so he was in better form. It almost hurts to watch Pessa walk. I hope she's pregnant because if she isn't it's a very sad situation, as you can see in this video.
I'm thinking that next year I need to retire her so she doesn't have to carry any extra weight of babies. Where most of my other goats are needy, Pessa is a stoic, reserved girl who has never caused problems, who drops babies without blinking an eye, dumps a gallon of milk in the pail and never moves a foot to spill milk. I couldn't ask for an easier milker. I hope she hangs around a lot longer.
I should blog about each of my goats because they all have such different personalities.