I admit it, I’ve raised a baby squirrel (don’t ask) and baby chicks, but I’m brand new to this baby goat stuff. Well, my initiation began yesterday morning. Baby goat #1 arrived about 10:30 AM. The good news? The really, really good news? “The Glove” did not have to make an appearance. That’s right. It may have been sad to have stayed in the supply box, but I was overjoyed. Whew!
Just minutes after Gary Goat’s arrival. Great picture, Music Man.
And what a perfect day for Gary Goat to arrive. The sun was actually shining and it’s beautiful warm rays streaked into the kidding barn right onto the new babe. Now, if you are not from around here, that probably doesn’t seem remarkable at all. ‘So what? The sun was out. Woo. Hoo.’ Okay, I hear that sarcasm.
You see, my mocking friend, you must understand, it’s been raining here for the last, I don’t know, 108 days. Okay, I’m not sure of the exact number, but I do know it rained every flippin’ day in March. That’s right, not a single day without it. So, sunshine on this glorious day of birth was an outright miracle. And I accepted it as a gift from God. He knew I needed peace where my worrisome heart raged. I needed that sunshine. Of course, later it rained, but not until Gary Goat was at least 3 hours old.
Anyway, it was the flawless normal delivery I was in earnest prayer for. I basically just stood and watched, cleaned up the little guy after he came out, and helped him find some milk. What a relief. Nobody died. And, you won’t believe it, the little guy is still alive. Yes, he is! I checked at 5:45 AM. Sigh. Yes, I woke at 5:30ish this morning worried sick that he had frozen to death. Never mind that I have him in two, count them, two doggie coats, and there is a heat lamp in the barn. It didn’t matter. The mother instinct was pressing hard on my brain. I just had to check.
And much to my surprise, he was standing next to his momma trying to nurse. Aaahhhh. Okay, now I can go back to bed. Not to sleep, mind you, because I still have another goat with two or three kids in her. Yep, I’m not out of the woods yet. No sleep for me for at least 2 more months. The rest of the babies should come in the next week, but then they’ll need shots, disbudding, oh and castration for the boys. Ugh! Nope, no rest for me until those babies have new homes and someone else to worry about them.
But at least we’ll have milk again. Yay! Goat cheese anyone?
By the way, Soccer Boy (that’s G) says we’re real farmers now. I guess watching a goat birth does that. Hmmm. Music Man (that’s A) would argue that point. He says most farmers probably don’t bring their iPad to the barn to Facebook their friends about the birth. Okay. You got me there, smarty pants. Real Farmers or not, I think we all grew up a little yesterday.
Baby goats are so cute. They’re worth the worry.
P.S. No goats were harmed in the making of this blog.