At the very beginning of the pandemic, we brought two orphaned Nigerian dwarf goats home, a little white female and an equally tiny black male. It was bitterly cold, and the forecast, both literally and metaphorically, predicted more of the same. My kids were barely out of diapers, so it made sense to take in two tiny, helpless creatures who were too vulnerable to survive outside (and therefore...
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