One of the goat kids – Winnie – is turning out to be rather strange.
I can’t quite put my finger on it; but she is definitely eccentric. Arwenna’s daughter, born on 16th March, she is quite the tiniest, most fragile kid I’ve ever seen. I thought Elf was small; but at five days old this little lass takes weeness to miniscule new heights & is a featherweight whisper of silver & white when she nestles in the crook of my arm, head tucked under my chin, as she loves to do.
She does not like to be in the pen with the other goats. Whether it’s because they’re all so much bigger than her, I’m not sure; but being so tiny she can slip out of the pen between the hinges of the gate whenever she feels like it; & does not socialise even with the other kids if she can help it, preferring to sleep outside the pen at night (which worries me as rather than being snuggled up in a sleepy heap she’s in grave danger of catching a chill). She’ll slip silently back inside, take a sip of milk from Mum; & then she’s off again, tottering up & down the corridors like a tiny mechanical toy on her stiff little legs – so different from the other kids.
Another of her favourite haunts is quietly tucked up beside the oil-fired radiator in the Dining Room, where she sits at my feet if I’m working on the computer, catching up on emails or whatever.
I’m concerned that she’s not fully developed, & so could have problems later on. I suppose only time will tell; so for now I’ll keep a close eye on her which is no chore as she is such an extraordinary, eccentric little character. Diminutive in stature, but positively gargantuan in personality!