Having learned the hard way many years ago, I always keep a goatie family member for every goat (among the girls). No one in the paddock doesn’t have either a mother/daughter or a sister there at all times. I don’t know if it’s documented, but in a herd as small as ours, the odd girl out gets picked-on mercilessly, and constantly. It’s painful to watch, and dangerous. The recipient who is chased around the feeders and bounced off fences is not a happy goat, and we want happy goaties.
My little plan backfires, however, when one of the companions has new babies. This is the situation right now for our girl Pippi. Her yearling, Beezus, is now not even welcomed by Pippi herself (and Beezy wasn’t big enough to be bred last fall). I know that this, too, shall pass, but it bothers me. And the other goats all notice; no moss growing on them! And they then pick on her as well. I had to intervene the other afternoon when Zelda was pursuing Beezy around the pen. Zelda would just not stop!
Pippi’s babies are not destined to hang around. They will probably go to freezer camp late in the fall, or early winter. But while she is nursing them, there will be no peace for Beezus. Sad goatie girl. She sits alone, and has to watch her back. Sigh.
11 or 12 weeks until weaning isn’t the end of the world, but it definitely gives me one more thing to watch over.