Three Days Ago:
Goats don’t plan their births for the most convenient times. OK. You’re right, they don’t plan them at all. So, whoever is in charge of the whole “when should I get down to business and get these baby goats on the outside of my body instead of the inside” needs a talking to.
Two in the morning just isn’t acceptable.
I’m sorry, but nature calls me to be asleep at night. Not to be in the barn. So, thank goodness for The Animal Whisperer. Nature doesn’t seem to call him to sleep at all, as much as he would like to, and since he woke up at 1 am and couldn’t fall asleep again, he decided to go check on Lucy to see if she was having any movement toward birthing the babes in her stomach.
And, much different than poor Dottie’s experience, Lucy was done.
She had birthed her baby bucklings on her own!
How nature intended. No human intervention. Just shear goat guts without an epidural.
When The Animal Whisperer arrived to the barn, the first boy was totally clean (licked off by his mama) and the second must have showed up on the scene a few minutes after the first, still partly covered in birthing fluids.m.
And, because this is a family affair, he came up to the house to wake me at 3. A. M. And, because our children are part of the family, we woke them up too. The nine-year old threw on his barn clothes and nearly sprinted to the barn, the five-year-old languished in bed whining and complaining that he was too tired and too cold but really wanted to see the babies…could he JUST go in his PAJAMAS??? (hmmm…let me think about that…NO.)
And, so it was that the Aparicio family met Lucy’s new little family. At 3 in the gosh darn morning.
And, as for Dottie and her doeling, I’m happy to report, they are both doing well.
Dottie will have her last shot of penicillin today, she is healing and Chispita (Little Spark) is hopping and jumping around…splint-free! Her back legs can now support her in all of her walking, jumping and pirouetting endeavors.
Lucy had a difficult kidding last year…we’re thankful she did it all on her own, successfully, this year.
– The Goat Cheese Lady
P.S. Next up is Sally. Wish her luck.