Little Esther went back with her own sheeples the other day. Now she is in with the boys that are being weaned. You would think she would be showing them how to be a big kid and not cry, but not Esther. She cries for me more than any of them.
I also seperated these two little gals, but they are up in a confined area receiving a bottle a couple times a day just to see if we can get on little frindlier terms.
Henerietta and Florence are coming along, at first they were big ole babies and but now are becoming my buddies.