Yesterday the big news was snow in Big Creek and the arrival of Angi from Ontario. This morning I went out to feed and there was another arrival, this one a week earlier than anticipated – Mama Pearl was standing in the trailer looking down at her brand new kid. I was So grateful for Angi’s presence in that moment, not that she’d ever midwifed a baby goat before, but she stayed very calm and we got the baby cleaned up just in time to realize that Pearl was trying to have kid #2 through the trailer wall. That obviously wasn’t happening so she stood up and without so much as a chance to wash my hands I was catching a baby goat, who lingered half-in and half-out for what seemed like the longest, slippery time before Pearl got around to finishing the job. All of this in below-freezing dampness and caught unprepared!
6 hours later both kids (one buckling, one doeling) have been up and about, have had their first meal (with a bit of assistance) and seem to be doing well. Tonight is forecast 30*F with a wintry mix. We have a heat lamp out there and a space blanket tarp stretched across inside at the level of the first open slat. I know goats have been having babies for millennia – but the whole thing is feeling a bit nerve-wracking. Spot and Taz are spending the night on a hay pile on the front porch, along with Stretchy who has elected herself the official porch chicken. This weekend the goat bungalow will be constructed (mostly from wood and tin salvaged from old barns and sheds up the road – thanks to Ray.) I know this is short, but just wanted to share the news and some photos – more soon!