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Looking Better

27 Apr

Having triplets and mastitis was really hard on Chiffon. It’s a good thing we took one kid from her because she’s still been struggling to raise two.

Chiffon and her three bucks

Chiffon is looking much better.


If you remember, the little stinkers won’t take a bottle from me.  But all three have been coming into the milk room in the evenings to eat sweet feed/calf starter.

Chiffon, Nestle and Sonny

Usually, Chiffon is waiting for me by the door when I get home; but sometimes I let Dolly in first because I have to track down Sonny and Nestle.


This makes Chiffon impatient.

peeking in the door

This is really helping all three of them.


I’m pretty confident they will all pull through.

I know it’s helping because it’s getting harder to carry the two boys across the barnyard to the milk room.

Over the weekend, I caught them lounging around chewing their cuds!  That means all that sweet feed and grass from pasture will really start to help them.

Nestle in front; Sonny in back

I keep telling Chiffon that it’s not always this hard.  Poor girl.

A Rough Saturday

29 Mar

By the time I got done with chores and Chiffon and sending the kid to my mom, I was done.  The Covid vaccine kicked in and I had to go nap.  I had a mild headache, but I was absolutely exhausted.  I set my alarm to do a bedtime check of goats. By then I had a low grade fever.  I set the alarm and checked goats in the night.  I checked early in the morning.  I went back to bed, and the next time I got up to check goats, I had to shut Ava in.


I was feeling better–the fever was gone, and the headache was coming and going, but I could handle it.  Ava finally got down to business right after lunch.  She had triplets!

Fresh out of mom–two bucks and a doe (front)

I thought she might have that many in there.  She was huge.

All dried off (girl in the middle)

By the way, see the wattles on that adorable little girl.  She’s not supposed to have them.  Wattles are dominant, so if either of her parents carried the gene for wattles, they should have wattles.  Neither of her parents have wattles.  I guess they came from grandma Wanda and nobody told Ava she couldn’t pass them on.

wattled little girl

No wattles on the boys

Everyone was doing well, and by then I had to take another nap.  That’s pretty much all I did.  Luckily, nobody else went into labor.  I did remember that Chiffon’s udder felt a bit hard when I was trying to get her limp little boy to nurse, so I went back to check, and it was totally hard.


She had early mastitis.  I gave her meds.  It is starting to feel better.

note the red and odd lumpy look

Both boys are doing well.  The one my mom has is doing well too, but I haven’t been in to take a picture of him.

Then I went back to bed.  Sometime in the night, the fever broke, the headache disappeared, and the “brain fog” disappeared.  I kid you not, it was the middle of the night when I figured out I gave Chiffon the wrong dose of antibiotics.  She needed more than I gave her.  But I am back from the vaccine, just in time for a crazy Sunday!

The Other Side of Kidding

12 Mar

I always share all the cute little kids that are born on the farm, but it doesn’t really do justice to the work that goes on during this week.  One of the biggest things is checking goats.  If they are out in pasture, I hike out there to find my girls who haven’t had kids yet.


Luckily, I have them on the small front pasture, so it’s only five acres to hike.

Soon, they moms will start taking their kids with them out to pasture, and I’ll have to help keep track of them and make sure they don’t get left out there.  So far, that’s only 2TC, and she’s big enough to take care of not getting herself left out there.


The new moms are leaving their babies up in the buildings.

Victoria’s girls

I like giving the moms the front pasture because it’s close enough and small enough that they can go out to pasture and eat and easily come back up to take care of their babies.

Ava and Gidget

I do still give them hay and grain also.


It takes a lot to keep up with feeding kids.

Cutie with Reva’s kids (front) and her kids (back)

Obviously, there are also the middle of the night checks.  On good nights, I go out once and that’s it.  Some nights, I stay up late to keep checking someone and possible go out as close as every hour until someone has a baby. Occasionly, that’s the next day.  So far, it hasn’t been that bad this year.


I like it best when I go out and find they managed to have both kids between my checks.

Cutie with her buck and doe

It’s way better than sitting there and waiting and watching for what seems like forever.


Especially when the mom is a drama queen and wants me to snuggle and hold her face the whole time she’s in labor.  They always arrive eventually though.

Ava and her buck

I also have to keep in mind personalities.  We’ve had warm enough weather, but rain all day on Monday has left the barnyard muddy, so nobody wants to just sleep outside.

Reva in the muddy barnyard

That means I have to deal with Mary.  She wouldn’t let anyone else in the greenhouse.


I had to drag her over and put her in with Victoria, and they got along fine.  It’s all about personalities.

Victoria and her girls

Then Reva wouldn’t let anyone in the greenhouse.  I had already penned Cutie with a heat lamp since I knew she was going to have her kids, but I had to add another pen for Reva and her babies just so everyone else could come in the building.  They drive me crazy.  It’s not like it’s crowded in there.  I shouldn’t have three goats hiding under workbenches cowering in fear.  Brats.

Blaze, Cutie, Cookie (in front) and Reva

Then there’s the checking udders to make sure moms don’t have mastitis and keeping a close eye on kids to make sure they are getting enough to eat.  Sometimes, the kids need help getting started nursing, especially if mom has big teats or a weird udder.

Ava’s udder

So far this year, I’ve treated Blaze for mastitis, and now I’m giving Reva’s babies supplemental bottles.  Her milk might finish coming in and increase, or I might end up supplementing them until they are weaned.


Then there’s the weird things that you have to notice, but you just can’t prepare for.  Victoria didn’t deliver her placenta.


I had to get meds from the vet, and that did help, but she never did deliver it all.  That means antibiotics to keep her from a uterine infection.  That could be fatal.

But all the cute, healthy babies seriously outweigh all the work!

Cutie’s buck

Gidget’s buck

Now I need to start coming up with names.