She's doing very well and certainly knows what she wants for five weeks old.

I deliberately went for a white goat, partly because all my girls have names beginning with Snow and partly because I was warned that goats are racists.

Certainly when my friend had her BA here for a few weeks, the others hated her with a vengence and wouldn't let her into the shed even when it was raining.
Pom and Curry mostly ignore her but she is very adept at side stepping the butts. The only slight problem was when she got out of the yard through the hole in the stock wire that I've been meaning to sort. Couldn't get far as it leads onto our patio which is fenced to keep the dogs out of the rest of the garden. When she tried to get back through, Pom kept trying to bite her. Got her back on no trouble but the other two got out and into the small conservatory where we store the feed and i do the milking. Now Pom's been in there twice a day for months and never noticed the feed bin. Curry's in there for thirty seconds and shows his mum where we keep the concentrate.

Got them back onto the patio where they are joined by Cloud who has escaped again. I have a fool proof way of getting them back in the yard. I yell hose pipe and wave it at them. If need be I turn the tap on. Of course, Cloud doesn't know this one but she followed the others. Hole is temporarily blocked.
My mood was not improved by the fact that I had a student who, instead of getting on with the work I had sett him while I just popped out, was hanging out of the window in hysterics at the antics.
Oh I love my goats.

Photos tomorrow hopefully.