It's time to start introducing the bottle babies to the brave new world of living with other goats. I was mistaken about them being bigger than their pasture raised siblings, they're a good 1/3 smaller than the others. The runts of the litter. But it's not fair to compare because both the bottle babies were pre-mature from first time mommies. The introduction did not go particularly well. Dropped them in the pasture and they had the same look a couple gets when the hostess tells someone she can't find their reservation. They looked around like, "There must be some mistake, we don't belong here. These are...are...animals!" After hollering about the unfairness of it for a while, they finally found a sheltered spot under the hay rack to catch some Z's, confident the embassy would send someone to rescue them shortly. Not knowing that if you're counting on the embassy to save you, you're already screwed. They definitely don't see the other goats as kin and the rest of the herd pretty much ignores them. They just lay in their little warm spot, alone in the middle of a crowd. They are nibbling on some hay, so instinct is starting to kick in. Their outdoor step-brothers and sisters are already fighting for grain and out wandering with the herd. It's kind of sad, but at least they have each other.