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More Kids

15 Mar

I left off in the kidding with the easy one.  Margarita, the one I had been so worried about, was the next to go into labor.  Wednesday evening, I waited patiently and watched and encouraged her to push, and I even told her I’d give her a peanut when it was all over.  She did awesome!  She got the baby pushed down, and then I saw a nose.

That’s not good.  They need to come feet first and then the nose.  Otherwise, they get stuck at the shoulders.  It’s not fun, but I pusehd the baby back in.  I actually was having a hard time doing that, so I called the vet emergency number, and it was while I was on the phone with the poor woman, with Margarita screaming, with me panting my phone number when she asked that he slipped back enough for me to get my hand under and find a hoof.  I managed to pull him out.

Poor baby was very small, and he was weak and exhausted after that traumatic birth.  He is doing well.

After that, Gidget went right into labor, and she did an awesome job at having her two bucks!

Thankfully, nobody did anything overnight, but I had been watching Mary closely because she had fluids all over her tail.  In the morning, she still wasn’t doing anything, and then she started the yelling like she had lost her kid.  I was worried that she had kids poorly positioned and not able to move them down, so I called the vets, and he came later in the morning and checked her. She was just opening, so we continued moving goats around from one pen to another and letting those with kids out into the barnyard, and it was finally about 1:30 in the afternoon when her two boys arrived.

In the evening, Sidney had her two boys.  It was a bit chaotic for the poor girl because Astra kept talking to her kids, and she kept looking around even though I was trying to give her her baby.  Ava was next door talking because she was also in labor.  Aurora was supervising everything.

Then I got her second boy out, and we decided to  move her into a section of Wanda and Ava’s pen because the wind was so horrible, and she was struggling to settle in with the babies.  The move helped, and they are all doing well.

Then Ava had a girl and a boy.  (I like those one sentence reports on them kidding.)

My dear sister came to let me sleep all night while she did checks, and we knew Haley was going to kid sometime, so it wasn’t a real shock when my phone rang and my sister told me that Haley’s baby was trying to come nose first.  She had gotten it pushed back and found one leg, but the other leg wasn’t coming.  After I went out and checked and tried pulling, I decided it must have been legs from two different kids.  Finding a third hoof confirmed this, but no matter what, I just could not get the other leg. I gave up and called the vet.  That, of course, was the kids’ cue that they were ready to come out.  I swear, admitting defeat and calling the vet is like the magic button to get the kids to finally arrive.  I never did find the second foot, but we managed to pull it with the head and one foot out.  The second one was no problem.  Of course, she had two boys!

I went back to bed, and it wasn’t too long before I heard a goat scream.  I figured it was Joani trying to kill Hera who had snuck into her pen, so I went running down the stairs and out to the greenhouse to find that Victoria had given birth to one big girl.  Okay, this was more than one sentence, but it was just the way I like it to go!

Nobody else did anything overnight, but my sister checked them frequently and I took over the checks at about 6am.  Finally, when I went out for the 8am check, Clover was kidding.  The first one wasn’t too bad. Of course, Aurora was my supervisor.  The second one, however, was once again nose first.  I am pretty sure we should quit trying the nose first method.  It doesn’t work.

Everyone is doing well though.  As of this writing, it’s a race to see if Caroline or Cinnamon will be next.

It’s a close race.

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Routine Maintenance

28 Dec

The day after Christmas seemed like a good day for some routine maintenance around here.  First, I enlisted my mom’s help, and we went to the vet.  Rocky was our first victim.

Rocky

He was due for his annual shots.  He did quite well this year.  It didn’t even take major restraints to do it this time.

I also asked them if I could have Sky tag along to get his nails trimmed.

Sky

He’s so crazy.  You’d never know how sweet he can be by the way he acts when he’s around people.

Sky getting face rubs from Leo

He just still gets so puppy excited.  Sigh…

After the morning vet visit, I had to run to town for my annual Farm Credit Services loan visit.  I decided it was a good day for my once-every-two-years shearing.

They took off ten inches (I’m obviously not very good with selfies), so I could send it in to Locks of Love.

Another woman was getting her hair cut to donate too, but she didn’t seem too happy to discover she would have to mail it in and they didn’t even have an address for her, so I volunteered to send it with mine.

mine is already in the ziploc bag; hers was still drying

That’s a lot of hair!

A Tragic Heroine

4 Nov

Antigone.  You should never name a goat after a tragic heroine.  (Warning: bloody pictures below, but she is doing well now.)

Antigone

Saturday, Antigone had her head through the fence and saw the dog, which caused her to panic.  She yanked her head back, and the sheath came off her short horn.  I tried to bandage it.  I held her. I sat on her.  I did everything but hog tie her.  Antigone was covered in blood; I was covered in blood; the milk room was covered in blood. Finally, I gave up and called the vet.  He did manage to get the blood stop powder on and a good thick padded bandage.

It wasn’t too long before the swelling got worse, and she was starting to struggle breathing, so I cut through most of the wrap.  That seemed to help.  I had just enough wrap left to go loosely around her chin again.

After I was sure she was done bleeding, I shut her in the Love Shack with her maa, Pistol, for company.

They get to stay there until I’m comfortable taking the bandage off and the rain is done.  Since they have hay and nobody to be cranky with them, it’s a pretty posh place to wait out the rain.

Antigone and Pistol shortly before the accident

This morning, when I went out for my second check, her breathing seemed a bit restricted again, so I caught her and cut through the last bit that the vet had put on.  I tried to refasten my last little bit of the self-sticking wrap, but I wasn’t too sure it would stay.  I added a bit of tape, and she seems to be doing okay now.

My mom is going to come check her tomorrow while I’m at work.  The rain has stopped this afternoon, so I did let her and Pistol come outside, but they are staying locked in the Love Shack and it’s pen because it’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow too.

This little girl better get past the tragedy stuff, because she’s supposed to be my happily-ever-after girl.  The vet did say to trim it up and cauterize it so that it didn’t grow back like that, it would have to dry up and heal first.  I’ll probably see if we can do that so she doesn’t injure it this badly again.  Her good horn even feels weak compared to most goat horns.  I’m guessing, as weak as she was when she was born the weakness might be an effect of the copper deficiency (it can cause weak/easily broken bones).