My grandson Peanut is doing well.
He still does not have the hang of getting milk from his mother, but he knows how to suck from a bottle pretty well. And he is nothing if not optimistic: if he is hungry and there is no bottle nearby, he just turns his head up and sucks from the air.
Yes, maybe a cloud of milk could be passing by. You don't know if you don't check.
But Peanut is still on Day One of the Nigerian growth chart. While his brother and sister nurse, jump, dance, caper, play, taste test bits of hay and grain, practice jumping up on things, fret their mother by socializing with Wendell, and plan for future trouble they might be able to cause, Peanut only sleeps and eats and walks in a straight line.
So he is a little on the slow side.
But still smarter than any Nubian around here.
And, if I say so myself, probably the cutest little teacup goat ever born.
