My son also got to pick a male from our neighbor's crop of new babies. Their two Oberhasli milkers had successfully delivered 5 males between them. Not good luck when you are trying to re-stock your dairy herd. But he now has a nice chunky little guy to raise as a whether for the county fair. Sadly, this means he will become meat. But that cute white patch of hair on his forehead dooms him to no other fate. He came with the name 'Hos' because he nearly killed his mother from coming out so big. His twin brother was 'Little Joe'. My son shot that name down pretty quick and decided on 'Copper' for his color. Then we realized we had 'Copper' and 'Penny'. Oh well, it works. Each time my kids get new goats their names seem to relate in some way.
So I now am in charge of filling and warming bottles full of goat milk 3 times a day. I can't say that I mind though, they are so cute and so much fun to play with, and I don't have to do diapers. My kids will now go outside during the day just to play with or watch them. Our biggest problem is that our dog Chloe is jealous and whines constantly whenever the babies are getting the slightest bit of attention. Chloe doesn't mind their bottle feedings though. She has taken it upon herself to clean up the goats as they eat by licking any milk slobber or drool off their faces as they eat.
If you are in the neighborhood you will have to come by and see them while they are still little and cute.
