We brought the new doe in this afternoon to weigh, and she’s 5 1/2 pounds at less than 24 hours old! That’s big for a Nigerian, and especially strange since Selkie didn’t look pregnant even, while Sarabi who looked large enough to have two or three in there had a 3 pound baby. And she’s so bony and skinny, too, that I’m wondering if she won’t be a big girl when she grows up.
We wanted to get the babies together to explore without their jealous mamas involved. I’m sure the neighbors were thrilled with the noise that ensued. But inside, all was cuteness, and it was fun to see the color difference side by side!
And, as threatened this morning, I’m waving a flag of surrender on names and letting others have naming rights on this one. The Patriarch was quite insistent on his choice. If you know him, you know he’s a guy who would be happy on a desert island as long as he had Jamaican food, reggae, and a steady stream of ESPN, so his repeated “has Cupcake been born yet? How’s Cupcake” is the equivalent of a NFL linebacker wanting to name a puppy “Sparkly Twinkle Fairy Dust”. But “Cupcake” it is, and Lucinda’s steady lobbying for “Pearl” has also worn me down.
Meet Herb of Grace BluPearl Cupcake: