Little Libby Longears

On a frigid winter day, three baby goats were born in an icy field. Momma goat left all three for dead and headed back into the barn.

Our little miracle goat was found by a little girl and tucked into her coat. She was nursed back to health, and three days later arrived at the itty bitty barnyard farm animal sanctuary.

It wasn't long before i knew why baby goats are called "kids"! She stole my heart, and i actually looked forward to going out in minus twenty degree weather to feed her a bottle.

Libby quickly became everyone's favorite, she would play peek-a-boo from under my dress, and fall asleep in my arms with each bottle. Even Padme loved her. Padme (one of our alpacas) would let Libby curl up in a ball in her long fur and sleep on her back, she would let Libby use her as a jungle gym and jump over her in play. She was quite a character and quite a spoiled little kid.

Like some human babies, weaning her from a bottle was not easy. She was stubborn and would not drink anything unless i was there (with her bottle nipple) to help her.

Libby is three years old now, and still melts my heart when she looks up at me with her ears flipped back and her eyes half closed. She is one of the many reasons that I feel so blessed to be involved with this sanctuary. Her life is precious. She is precious, valued and loved.