I can't really express to you in words the feeling you get when you go out to the barn and see the beginnings of a goat birth....I ran to the house to tell my husband it was starting, and to grab towels and the like to clean up babies after they were born. Our first goat to kid, is a first freshener and she didn't take to kindly to being a mommy...Which is totally fine, because we are bottle feeding all the kids anyway....Another whole story all together.
As I am technically a first freshener as well...Meaning this is my first run at having goats, I went to the bad place first. The doeling that was born first just had here little hooves sticking out, and all I could imagine was that it wasn't going to be alive...but with a few good pushes by her mommy, the little baby slide out onto the hay and inside the sack I could see it moving around. I got the baby all cleaned and waited to the other to show itself....15 minutes later a baby buckling came into the world all gangly legged and awkward...
All I can say is that its amazing to watch birth first hand.....to give a little assistance when needed. I didn't do much at all except clean them off and give them there first taste of moms milk...I need to hold them up and direct the teet into there mouths so they could suckle. Now we are onto the bottle feeding and that in itself is worth all the wee hour feedings that will be done over the next few months.....
I know each and every birth will be different and awe inspiring, and some may not turn out as well as the first, but each will have a lesson, and will be a learning experience. I am thrilled beyond belief that I have choose this path.......It has and will continue to bring me, Joy and Happiness I believe couldn't be found anywhere but on this little piece of heaven we call our farm....
Thank you all for being kind followers of this silly little blog.....Pictures of the yet to be named baby goats to follow....
the friendly female farmer....
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