Phoenix really needed to go live outside by that time. She was much too big and too active to still be living in the house, but I didn't want to put her outside alone. Goats are herd animals and do much better with a companion or two or more. Plus, you know, she'd be lonely and cold by herself.
For a long time Firefly seemed to have more skin than she needed; she was kind of wrinkly, which I thought was very endearing, kind of like a sharpei dog. She did finally grow into herself though.
I'd built a pen in the backyard for the girls to stay in. I could watch them through the dining room window, and it was very convenient for bottle-feeding. They had a doghouse stuffed with hay to snuggle in. Although there was a lot of crying that first night, they tumbled out of the doghouse in the morning as best friends, and they still are.
Firefly's coat has lightened considerably as she's grown. I think now I'd call her a blond roan with a white band, and pretty white markings on her face.
She has amber eyes, light-colored and expressive.
She's an easy-to-get-along-with doe; I like that. She accepts whatever is done to her, which came in handy yesterday when I had to doctor a wound where she must have caught herself on the fence.
Unlike Phoenix, Firefly has always known she's a goat, and not a human or a dog or a cat. I think Phoenix still thinks she's human.
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