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She’s a Lunatic

18 Jun

Thursday, Sidney turned into a lunatic, and I warn you there are graphic images of a goat giving birth.

Sidney

She kept trying to steal her sister’s kids.

She was talking like they were hers and letting them nurse. When I shooed her away, she started yelling.  That’s when I remembered her kidding experience from last year–she yelled and got her head stuck in the panel twice. She jumped over the panel.  She was a lunatic.  Until she had her kids.

So I just kept shooing her away from kids and hoped she had a short labor because she was a lunatic again.

Eventually, she calmed down because everyone went out to pasture to eat and left all the kids in the barnyard.  When she returned, she was right back to checking out kids, but this time, she had goop hanging, so I knew she was really close.

When one of LilyAnn’s kids was going to nurse her, I snuck up and grabbed Sidney’s horn.  She didn’t even fight me when I led her to the Love Shack.  She did, however, keep yelling.

Finally, she got down to business.  Her first one was coming, but it was a foot and teeth.  As soon as I got the other foot in front for her, the baby just slipped out.

The second one didn’t even require my assistance. (You might want to lower the volume a bit.)

Her first one is a girl, and the second one is a boy.

And that meant I got to sleep all night!

Joy’s Turn

15 Jun

Once again, I looked out in pasture and saw Joy by herself on the front hill.  She was pawing and turning and up and down.

No Joy in this one because I didn’t have my camera/phone, but this was what I saw on my way back out (you’ll understand that comment later).

So I went out to haul her and her babies up from pasture. But she hadn’t had them yet.  So I just hung out.  The rest of the herd showed up and I had to keep shooing the young bucks away because they thought she smelled interesting.

Bull (he wasn’t being naughty, but I didn’t have a picture of Tommy)

Then she didn’t give birth.  I did a check and found big feet and nose all smooshed together in the birth canal.  I hadn’t come out prepared to pull a baby, so I didn’t have a towel with me.  Trust me, it is hard to pull those slimy little kids without something to help keep those legs from just slipping out of your hands.  I did the only thing I could and whipped my shirt off to use.

I finally got both legs out and pulled.  I tried to use my hands to open her up.  I pulled.  I apologized for hurting her.  I wished I had my phone.  Then I put my foot on her back side so I could pull harder. Then I tried working it out again.  We were making progress, but very slow.  It was a good thing he wasn’t even a dot bigger because I barely got him out, but I got him out.

I left her in pasture and went back to the house (to put a shirt on) and got a towel and my phone.  When I got back, she still hadn’t stood up.

I let her rest and keep cleaning him off, but it was getting dark.

Finally, I had her follow me into the barnyard and over to the buck room.

Poor boy was worn out–it was a hard birth.

Don’t worry, I did give Joy some pain meds.  She is doing well.

Joy with a food pan full of baby.

In the morning, her baby had rattling lungs because it was such a long, difficult birth and hot humid weather, so he got meds.

Joy’s buck

Now they are both doing well!

More Babies!

14 Jun

Well, we’ve had our next set of June babies.  I had been checking Daisy and Margarita all night, and they both went out to pasture about 11:15 Sunday morning.  No big deal. I’d check them later.

Daisy a couple of days earlier

When I went out to check them, the first girls I saw were Perdita and Purl.

Purl and Perdita (notice Daisy below)

Of course, Daisy did it in typical Daisy fashion.  I could see she was very close to the big event and on the far side of the ditch in an awkward place.

I called the whole herd to come up to the barnyard.  Luckily, in a repeat of her 2020 kidding, she came with the herd and I caught her while she was trying to get some corn.

Maisie leading the herd.

I shut her in the greenhouse that had just had chickens removed (sorry, I’m out of order again), but it was really dirty.  I hated to put her in there, but I could not drag her all the way to the garage.  I went in the house to catch my breath and cool off a bit and went back to see if she’d had her baby.  Instead, I had flashbacks to her first year kidding (2018). She was standing on the workbench with the baby’s bag out.  I caught her by the horns and, dang, it was a horrible wrestling match, but I finally got her to jump down.  I was not about to let her go back up there and have to do that again.  I’d already sorta splashed all through the fresh bucket of water I’d put out for her, so I just tied her and pulled the baby out.  Now, I really didn’t want the baby on the dirty floor, so I caught her on me–yuck and slimy yuck.

And my shoe had just dried out from walking through wet grass.

I put her on a towel and then went for the fresh bedding.

Daisy and baby on the fresh bedding.

Other than a typical Daisy style, it was all good, and she truly has a beautiful girl.

Then, after I went in and de-slimed and got a drink, I remembered I hadn’t found Margarita before all the drama with Daisy.  So I went around the barnyard looking for her.  I couldn’t find her anywhere.  So I went out to pasture and brought her and her twins back up.

Margarita with her twins

She has a boy and a girl.

Way easier than Daisy.  When I went out a couple of hours later to see how everyone was doing, I noticed LilyAnn on the front hill by herself.

LilyAnn

So I went to bring her and her babies back up to the barnyard as well.

There really are two babies with her.

She has two TINY girls.  They are doing well though.

That was enough for one day. The next morning, we were right back at it.  This time it was Ava, and I knew she was huge. I knew she was going to have triplets.  And she made me pull them.  It was like something was just blocking the way.  I did get the first two out, but the third one would not move forward, even with strong contractions.  I could find a foot and a face.  I finally pulled on the foot to bring the baby forward and find the second foot, but I lost the head.  I called the vet.  I don’t do head back pulls.  Once he got here and found the head again (seriously–I could. not. find. it.), it was an easy pull.

Ava with girl, girl, and headback boy

Ava has two girls and a boy.  That’s a lot of baby to come out of one goat.  And she is not supposed to have kids with wattles, but she has one girl with wattles and one girl with one wattle.

Girl 1 with two wattles

Girl 2 with 1 wattle.

Boy with no wattles

Weird.  But I don’t care as long as everyone is healthy.