Nearing 11 p.m. I decided to at least started, got dressed (again), and mixed the "broth"—a powder that became an almost gelatinous mixture. Out to the garage. Patsy was not happy, however she obviously needed the liquid after 12 ounces, we both got better at the process. Her reaction reminded me of kids I have had to force feed in the past. They would not want the bottle, but needed the nourishment of the milk, then would greedily swallow the stuff down.
When I went back to check on her, she was eating hay, a phenomenon which I had not seen today. More work tomorrow. Most goats have about 3 gallons of rumen. She was looking a bit better.