It is kidding time at the Fat Ewe Farm. First Weezie had twins and was doing great. I put a board in the pen, a heavy 3/4 inch board leaning up against the side of a house and thought it would be good emergency shelter for the little ones. What I did not think is that one of the big goats would knock it down on one of Weezie's babies, the little girl, and kill her. Poor Weezie is beside herself looking for her baby this morning.
Then Mamma Theresa had triplets and all was well too. She is an experienced mother, a good mother and will raise them without any problems if I do not intervene or kill any inadvertently.
But this morning...oh boy. Three goats had babies. There were 7 of them, 2 of tiniest things you ever saw, brand new still in the sac and the rest more or less cleaned and off to a good start. But whose was whose? I had no idea to whom the tiny abandoned ones belonged, so I grab Daphne, thinking they must be hers and she is not interested. Oh great! I try the other and nope, they won't have anything to do with them. So I tie Daphne and milk some colostrum and also try to get these tiny ones to nurse from her. She does not want to have anything to do with this and keeps trying to kick the babies away. Then I look at her butt closely and shiza! she is still pregnant. So I have milked a few ounces of colustrum from her, tied the poor thing up and lost my temper with her when she kicked at the babies and there is no way they were hers.
I run to the house to get a bottle and feed the two tinies a bit. One is very weak and does not take the bottle well, aspirates a little colostrum and gurgles. Then I think...oh no, I killed this one too. I untie poor Daphne, thank her for her colostrum and let her go. In the meantime I have no idea whose kids the others are, but they seem to be alright so I leave them to decide and concentrate on the abandoned twin boys.
Then Serena comes by and low and behold, she has just given birth. Serena is a sick little goat, anemic and there is nothing I seem to be able to do to make her better. I have given her selenium, two types of Vitamin B, Vitamin E and wormed her with a completely different wormer than used on goats. Still she is not well. I had NO IDEA she was bred. She did not even have a belly. So the twins belong to her and she does not show any interest in them. I feel bad and do not want to force her to nurse. She needs every reserve for herself.
Now the twins are in the porch in a kennel. Poor Serena did not even appear to notice when they cried. It is like they fell out of her and she has no idea why...no mother instinct.
Anyhow, Daphne is yet to kid and man I hope and pray she accepts her kids from the start. She is a first time mother as are two of the others. I am not sure that they did not trade kids somewhere too, with one stealing milk from another doe. This is very confusing for the does and poor me, who already feels like an idiot for killing the baby girl with the fallen plywood and tying Daphne when she did not even have kids yet. Then the man came to pick up the piglets.....OY!
Then Mamma Theresa had triplets and all was well too. She is an experienced mother, a good mother and will raise them without any problems if I do not intervene or kill any inadvertently.
But this morning...oh boy. Three goats had babies. There were 7 of them, 2 of tiniest things you ever saw, brand new still in the sac and the rest more or less cleaned and off to a good start. But whose was whose? I had no idea to whom the tiny abandoned ones belonged, so I grab Daphne, thinking they must be hers and she is not interested. Oh great! I try the other and nope, they won't have anything to do with them. So I tie Daphne and milk some colostrum and also try to get these tiny ones to nurse from her. She does not want to have anything to do with this and keeps trying to kick the babies away. Then I look at her butt closely and shiza! she is still pregnant. So I have milked a few ounces of colustrum from her, tied the poor thing up and lost my temper with her when she kicked at the babies and there is no way they were hers.
I run to the house to get a bottle and feed the two tinies a bit. One is very weak and does not take the bottle well, aspirates a little colostrum and gurgles. Then I think...oh no, I killed this one too. I untie poor Daphne, thank her for her colostrum and let her go. In the meantime I have no idea whose kids the others are, but they seem to be alright so I leave them to decide and concentrate on the abandoned twin boys.
Then Serena comes by and low and behold, she has just given birth. Serena is a sick little goat, anemic and there is nothing I seem to be able to do to make her better. I have given her selenium, two types of Vitamin B, Vitamin E and wormed her with a completely different wormer than used on goats. Still she is not well. I had NO IDEA she was bred. She did not even have a belly. So the twins belong to her and she does not show any interest in them. I feel bad and do not want to force her to nurse. She needs every reserve for herself.
Now the twins are in the porch in a kennel. Poor Serena did not even appear to notice when they cried. It is like they fell out of her and she has no idea why...no mother instinct.
Anyhow, Daphne is yet to kid and man I hope and pray she accepts her kids from the start. She is a first time mother as are two of the others. I am not sure that they did not trade kids somewhere too, with one stealing milk from another doe. This is very confusing for the does and poor me, who already feels like an idiot for killing the baby girl with the fallen plywood and tying Daphne when she did not even have kids yet. Then the man came to pick up the piglets.....OY!