My mother was born in 1925. Her mother died when she was two weeks old. They fed her goat’s milk. Even bought a goat for the job. They would milk the goat directly into her bottle. Since they would feed her whilst milking, the goat got to where she would come running whenever she heard my mother cry. :O)
The milk seemed to set well with her, but I think it did affect her. She’s STILL an old goat at heart! :O)
Randal