After checking on my goatamuses every few hours, every day, watching for signs of labor, because you know, I have it in my head that my babies can not give birth without me. They neeeeeed me. Well…after ALL this, Jess and I came out to deworm the goats and what we find is the top picture. Maple. All done. A little over three hours earlier, I had been in to watch her and she does THIS to me. First time kidding and she drops twins(we swore she only had one in her) effortlessly in the barn and with Junie’s help, cleaned them up. No fun birthing pictures.
Junie, being the ornery matron goat she is, took the babies away. Literally, took…them…away and was encouraging them to nurse from HER meanwhile head-butting the anxious new mamma when she got close.
I set her straight.
Being 24 hours old, it was time for the little kids to meet the babies and hold them. First, we went to the duck pen and held ducklings.
Elijah needed a little help learning how to properly hold a duck…not by the neck.
Then we checked on Nice, who is ready to give birth at any time. She lays there, panting, so uncomfortable, poor thing. She’s HUGE.
The Maple got to take her babies out in the sunshine for a few hours
Welcome to motherhood dear little goat. She still looks a little annoyed when both kids want her to stand still and nurse, lol.
Elijah learned about the udder and teats and why the kids are “doing that”.
5 lbs of sweetness!
Grace…was…in…love.
Micah “Mamma? Can we just bring them in the house for one night?”
No, brother, hold it this way.
Good wholesome country fun at its best
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