For the third winter in a row, Sharona has given birth to triples. In the past kiddings, she raised all the babies to maturity, despite harsh winters. This year is was not to be. It was cold when she kidded so Bill and I worked on the babies, using a hairdryer on low and rubbing them with old sheets and towels until they were dry and warm. For whatever reason, two of them didn't make it.
Last yesterday afternoon, Justine had twins in the back pasture. They were both wet and cold but one was limp as a rag doll. While Bill took one into the barn to warm and return to it's mother, I scooped up the limp one and brought her into the house. For hours, even after I had warmed her, she lay on a towel barely moving. But over time and with some tender loving care, she came around. She found her appetite and started sucking on my fingers, so I gave her some goat formula. During the night, she was able to get to her feet and then drank more formula in the morning. We returned the kid to Justine but she was rejected. In the past, whenever a mother rejected a kid, despite our care and feeding, those kids would always die. Mother knows best; rejection means a problem with the kid. But it's hard to just let nature take it's course. So now I'm bottle feeding a second goat. I've named her Pearl. Maybe Justine will come around and decide to take Pearl back.
|Pearl after she perked up|
|Ginny taking a break from farm chores|
|Ginny helping me feed Pearl|
|Bella's twins were born yesterday|
Have a good weekend!