I encouraged him to nurse, holding him up to Treasure's udder, but I also continued to bottle feed him to make sure he had enough colostrum. This has worked well for me in the past. Treasure is a wonderful mom and fusses over him constantly. I hope she'll have him nursing exclusively soon.
By the second day he'd gotten much better at standing up and laying down, and was even trying to hop as kids do. Our granddaughter named him Blaze.
Don't you love his bald face? His ears are solid black. I like goats without frosted ears; they are less common but I like the look better.
Treasure was a surprise baby herself; I didn't realize that her mother Hope was pregnant, although I was teasing her that last week that she was really putting on the pounds. I opened the shed door the morning after my birthday four years ago and there was an adorable spotted doe kid.
Her name is from Matthew 6:19-20: “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal."