When I first started reading up on goats and goat midwifery (hee hee) my biggest concern was that I wouldn’t know it was “time.” People did post in various blogs and forums that you’ll know when your goat is in labor because they will act “different.” Well… to an analytical mind what in the world does that mean?? Now that I’m a wizened experienced goat keeper (snicker) I’ll just say, your goat acts different. 😉
For Polka, you may recall, I noticed that she wanted to be near me and of course the constant chewing, ugh! The other morning when I went up to milk, I noticed that Polly was “talking” a lot to me while I milked Polka. She’s typically more vocal anyway, so at first I didn’t pay much attention. By the time I was finished milking, however, I’d realized that this continuous bleating was a little “different.” And when she actually refused to come into the food section of the barn, I knew for sure. She’s always trying to bust through and steal a morsel of hay or alfalfa pellets. 😉
So that was how her labor went.. she bleated and baaaaaaaaaaa-ed ALL day long! And she paced and paced and paced and paced in their pen.
Yeah… it was like that.
I sat with her intermittently through the day, but Polka’s babies have claimed me as their own personal climbing post. So any time I’m within hoof distance of them they MUST jump onto my lap, back or shoulder, whatever works. And while it’s fun sometimes… when you just want to sit down because you’re watching your pregnant goat trot back and forth baaaa-ing, it can get a little old. Plus, they are not as itty bitty as they were and those lil hooves are starting to hurt! 😉
And they keep eating my hair!
Since Polly was baaing constantly and pacing pacing pacing constantly while only lying down for a few seconds here or there, it was really hard to know when she was getting “close.” I kept checking on here every half hour or so though, confident that I’d be there for her in case she fainted again. (For that hilarious story read HERE)
So around 4 something, I came inside to mix up some biscuits for dinner. I also plopped a dirty child in the tub, and various other things that came up. So it was probably 40 minutes later when I popped the biscuits in the oven and thought I’d just jog up to the barn for a quick check while they baked.
Ack!! I can’t believe I missed it!!! Two adorable little black and white babies, already mostly cleaned up and on their feet!! I grabbed a towel and helped dry em, called my MIL to help watch our kids for a bit and rescue the biscuits, and dipped their cords and checked the new arrivals over. 🙂 We had one little boy and another girly! Yay!!!
I was so proud of Polly and how well she did all by herself!! She’s being such a good mommy too! Very good about keeping her babies tummies full, and keeping them away from getting tangled up with the other goats too much just yet.
We are planning to sell these two. 🙁 So we don’t have names for them. They are too stinking adorable, and I wish we could just keep all the goats! But… alak, it’s not possible. But we will enjoy them while we can!