As I get older I get slower and it took me all day to come up with a second thing about me that you might not know, unless you are Tracey Broome.
As you should know we use to raise goats back in the late 70's.
This must have been about 1978 or 79 and our kids were little kids,we had two adult goats and had breed one to kid in early summer.
Molly had given birth and we had planned to raise this one on the bottle since the first goat we breed had a terrible case of mastitis and after treating her for weeks she died of the infection. We were heartbroken and raised her two by bottle. We made the plan to bottle feed the next kids just in case we ran into the problem with her female off spring Molly.
When Jenny was born we were right there and she crawled right into my lap and bonded with me.
I was mama as far as she was knew.
Mark and I, since she was a single, set up a place on our closed in porch to keep her safe until she was big enough to go in the pasture with the others.
So here I was at home with the kids, mine and Jenny, and I found myself in ta situation of needing to go places but no where to keep the baby Jenny while I was gone.
She was too small to go out with the adults and becoming too nimble to leave on the house porch alone with no supervision.
Plus I was mama and she needed to be fed.
I packed my kids in their car seats, packed bottles for Jenny and then picked her up and placed her feet first in a 5 gallon bucket. I could then place her up front on the floor of the car and off we went.
Me, the kids and my goat in a bucket.
There you go a story and a tip just in case you need to travel with a baby goat anytime soon.