And Then There Were Five

I brought a rather reluctant Jersey to the pen where Mocha was.  Of course it took a bit of coaxing, but finally she went into the pen only to have Mocha get angry that she was entering her domain.   

It didn't take long after doing chores before the ice started falling from the sky.  Jersey had been outed from the shelter and was trying desperately to get in to her babies.  Mocha being the dominant goat and overly protective mother, decided Jersey wasn't allowed in the dome again.  I worked in the cold to get Jersey in, but Jersey hates me...STILL.  So she decided to run around the dome and stare at me like a deer in the headlights.  Mocha would charge her from inside the dome every time she tried.  So I resorted to pulling Mocha half way across the yard so Jersey would go in.  Finally, she went in and I released Mocha.  She walked to the dome and jumped in...and then decided to teach Jersey a few more lessons before settling in on eating hay. 

At any rate, the babies are hanging together now and don't seem to care whose mother is whose.