Firefly

And then Firefly came on Leap Day to keep Phoenix company. Firefly came from my friend Sue-Ellen's herd; she's several weeks younger than Phoenix.

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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