So the triplets made it through the first few days of life, which is saying something about the superhuman efforts Papa Chivo put into them. Bottle feeding didn’t seem to give them enough nutrients, so my husband borrowed a wet-nurse goat. Unfortunately, the zombies had voracious appetites and the wet-nurse goat could not keep up with the demand.
Big Mama was forced to supplement a bit but didn’t have so much milk since Fuzzy was quite a big girl. Our 3 goats were pregnant but not lactating. Caramela the sheep was also pregnant but she’s been pregnant since we bought her. I wonder if she’ll ever give birth.
Drastic times call for drastic measures. In hopes of getting more milk, my husband traded Cottonball, the zombies’ mother, and Baby’s Mama for this big brown ball of fur which promptly spewed out Oreo and Cookie, the lastest sheep to grace our pastures. Although delighted with these little black boys, the arrival of twins didn’t help the zombie feeding situation.
But with a little bit of milk here, and a little bit of milk there, and some 2 am bottle feedings, they made it to their second week birthday. They followed my husband hither and yon, bleating like, well, like little lambs do.
Then in the blink of an eye, my husband traded the zombie babies for this striped skunk sheep. The zombies went to live with a guy with grandkids to bottle feed them and a milk cow to provide milk. So it seems we have again averted the apocalypse in La Yacata.