A week or so ago, our goats’ milk sacks filled up, and I finally believed they were pregnant. But then Sissy, our brown doe, came down with milk fever. Pippy, the black one, was and still is fine. But Sissy was in bad shape. We learned a lot, and treated her as best we could, and she’s back up and eating again. I got really close to that goat too! Once she got well enough to fight us over her medicine, it got a little tricky getting it down her throat. I wound up holding her head down with my chin. My arms were busy holding her neck and the medicine, my legs were braced behind her front legs. Now she even gives Jeremy a hard time. Here’s my post all about the week, what milk fever is, and what we did wrong.