It’s been a rough 36 hours. I have been a little overdue in moving the two remaining bucklings into the paddock with the big bucks. The little boys were very actively pursuing the girls around the paddock and making a general nuisance of themselves, so it was time. Yesterday morning I got Henry and the brown buckling into the adjoining paddock. They can see their mothers and sisters, but they (hopefully!) cannot access the girls.
The two boys have been crying piteously (they could wake the dead) for their mamas and hanging around the fence hoping to have a little contact. There has not been too much pushing and shoving by the adult bucks, just a little sparring. They learned quickly not to annoy Jingle the donkey, thank goodness, and things are ok on that front. But the crying for their moms continues! It kept us up most of the night last night, and hopefully they will settle a little bit better tonight. We can certainly use the sleep.
Fenceline weaning has its plusses; some people have a preference about whisking the babies totally away from all sight and sound of their mamas abruptly, and some prefer it this way. We did not have a whole lot of choice this time. Maybe we need to put the air conditioner on in the bedroom tonight. Hmm. Nice idea :*)