Springtime is exciting! Hens laying more eggs, grass is growing, foliage on trees is a vibrant green. And, goats begin to kid. Tricia keeps close tabs on the goat family. Agnes seemed to be first in line. When I arrived in the barn, I was greeted by odd sounds coming from within. Agnes was in labor, pushing, digging holes in the ground. She was in obvious pain. We watched as another contraction came on, followed by another.
Two tiny hooves emerged. We always check to ensure they are facing the correct way. We don't want to encounter breech.
It didn't take long for Agnes to push out the newest arrival on Our Maker's Acres Family Farm. A brown goat! How does that happen? The doe and the buck look nothing like that. I would guess that might be from a recessive gene, but I wasn't paying that close attention back in biology class.
Agnes' motherly instinct kicked in and she began cleaning up her baby. She diligently licked and licked and gave the little one a proper spit bath.
I lifted up the little goat's legs and exposed two teats and no male 'equipment.' It's a girl! A little doeling. How nice.
We left the barn and walked back to the house to allow the two of them to bond. The baby was struggling unsuccessfully to stand only minutes after delivery. She just needed a little time. When we returned to the barn in 15 minutes, the little critter was up. Baby goats are funny. They always try to find the teats, bumping around the wrong end of the momma. Tricia reached in and gave here some instruction. Everyone needs a little help sometimes. She quickly latched on and began drinking the nourishing colostrum which will give her antibodies and a good head start.
She didn't need any help after that. The little doeling (as of yet, unnamed) was drinking to her heart's content. We also spotted colostrum-tinged stool, confirming she's getting what she needs for good health.
We have several more goats whose girth is widening. We'll be on watch for the next to come into labor. Our goat herd is increasing. We'll need to sell some of these little ones as they are weaned or they'll eat us out of pasture!
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