So, I’ve been hearing a baby goat for most of the day, got all the chicken stuff done and walked down to help with the tree, I could hear her in the draw somewhere. By the time I was coming home it was dusk and the bleating was constant, with no mama to be seen and my Ravens circling and getting a little too happy. I got a visual on her. It was a very tough slope and she was tucked under a rootball of a (smaller) tree. I don’t think she was able to cross the stream and got left behind. She isn’t taking to improvised nipples, or cow milk. But she’s pretty healthy looking and should be ok until I can get her a proper bottle tomorrow morning. She is one of the feral goats. Just glad she is a “she”.