Darcy kept us waiting six days. She seemed unbothered by it all. It was just the humans who were anxious, all the way through yesterday morning when I suggested maybe we should talk to the vet to see if we should be concerned.
Of course, that’s what did it. Like taking an umbrella along to ensure it doesn’t rain, if you express your concern to the universe, the goat says, “Ok then, I guess I should oblige.”
It was around noon yesterday and I was going to give her one more check before going for my usual dog walk. No sooner had I stepped outside than I heard a bellow from the barn. I scooted out there with a confused dog by my side and found one wet baby lying in the barn bedding, with Darcy and several other members of the herd assembled around her in a protective semi circle.
I moved Darcy and baby 1 into the prepared birthing stall, then ran to call M home from work. Back out to the barn and Darcy was cleaning that first little one, a girl, whose fur was turning light as she dried.
M arrived in plenty of time to watch baby 2, a boy, arrive. He’s lovely, darker than the girl, and with funny ears that flop around and won’t stay out straight like his sister’s.
They are both doing well. Nursing, napping, being cleaned by their mother, working on learning how to use those little legs.
Outside, it’s raining. I hear it’ll rain for a week. That’s as good an excuse as any to hang out in the barn, listening to baby goats dream.
The Does Code of Honor struck again. 😉 Congratulations on your new beautiful babies!
This made me teary. How sweet, and how incredible of the herd to circle the baby, claiming her for them all.
Goats are so smart…
Wonderful new babies! Congratulations to everyone, and, er, baaaaaaaah. 🙂
Thank you so much! Wish you were still nearby so you could meet them. xo
Maybe some weekend soon….
Beautiful little family. All the best to those sweet ones!
Sweet babies. I have two male goatlings, but your post makes me ponder one day getting a mamma.