I'm re-reading James Herriot's books and am in the middle of "Every Living Thing." He's talking about lambing season and going out in the countryside in the cold, windy weather to help ewes deliver in problem pregnancies. Most of the farmers didn't have any enclosures and he delivered lambs out in the cold. He said his hands and arms would get so raw from washing his hands so much and the wind whipping on his skin, chapping them thoroughly.
It makes me happy for us in kidding season for goats, for when we begin to see their bags 'bloom,' we bring them inside the barn. Even though it's not cold, it isolates the expectant mothers from nosy cows and chickens who won't give them a moment's peace. Bunny is named bunny because she has a pink nose and a white stripe down her face, giving her the appearance, somewhat, of a bunny. Bunny's bag has bloomed. It is tight. She is close.
She delivered twins Sunday afternoon, right before church. Here is the smallest kid, a doeling, that Tricia is making sure that she gets a belly full of colostrum. It's very important that they get this. The baby is very weak and frail. We worked with her for a while until her sucking reflex or instinct kicked in.
Bunny's baby girl is solid black with a white spot on her head and on her left foot. We're working hard with her to try to get her to get up and get active and nurse on her own. So far, it's slow going. Hopefully, things will get better day by day.
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