In a small flock, goats show very distinct personalities: bossy, playful, calm, determined. They’re all important to me, but Trillium #168 has a special status. She came here as an additional milker, from Windhover Farm where, last January, she lost a set of triplets. (The first presented breech, and before it could be turned, the placenta had separated). So as her kidding date approached, I watched her closely.
Maybe a little too closely? She is shy, skittish, but affectionate, “low goat” among the adult does, so the day before her due date, 3-23, she went into a temporary pen alone. For a full afternoon of (rather tedious) watching, she pawed a few times, got up and lay down a few, and panted or grunted mildly. (To Bonnie, thanks for patience with the process and with not getting to see a delivery after all that! It was still better to have help! :-)
When she didn’t develop active contractions, and seemed nervous away from the herd, I turned her back out. That was a lovely evening, when the flock “slept out,” tiny kids included, on high dry ground in their pasture. The next day she passed a little mucus: good indication that delivery is still a few days off. So, Tuesday was false labor, or maybe just a kid moving into position.
Here thanks are in order to Leslie and Larry, for a.) calming me down and coaxing me to trust Nature a bit, and b.) solid advice about what to look for and to do.
Somehow, yesterday afternoon, she looked different. For one thing (pay attention, anyone who might want goats in their future), altho her udder was well-developed Tuesday, by Friday it had taken on a tight, shiny surface. In some does, that’s a reliable sign.
She went in the birthing stall, so she’d have her flockmates a partition away. I checked hourly, in between fixing Jess’s birthday dinner (roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, broccoli polonaise and yellow cake with chocolate frosting.) (Lord only knows when she’ll have time to eat it: she was home at midnight, and up dressing for work when I left for the barn today at 5:30.)
At feeding time Trill was pawing! I had to go get the cake out of the oven (bad timing Nan!), then come back to sit in the stall. Sure enough, within minutes, she arched her back with a strong contraction. Three more came ten minutes apart. But she was standing up – not good body mechanics when a kid has to move from the lower abdomen up into the birth canal. I encouraged her to lie down, and she took the hint.
The next few minutes were really anxious. Does are pretty stoical, and 3 of mine kid without a sound. Aggie and Edie paw 3 times, bear down twice and drop twins. But Trill, the quietest of my goats, whose normal bleat is a faint, gravelly treble, absolutely bellowed with each push. This caused me no end of concern: was the first kid breech? (No reason to assume this just from the history) Had the cervix not dilated (as it definitely hadn’t Tuesday!)? Was something else seriously wrong?
Bless her heart, she lay still to let me check: an effaced cervix, and just beyond, a bubble of amniotic sac and fluid. That meant, most likely, a nose and feet. (When the tail is first, it’s almost impossible for anything to get into the birth canal) Well, foot. Two more dramatic pushes, and a head and one hoof appeared. Eek. She was straining so hard, I could not imagine trying to push against her, to get the kid back in and reposition it. So I let her push, easing the opening, and the kid was out: a big leggy doe. She started cleaning it, gave another couple grunts and shoves, and the second, a good-sized buck, presenting correctly, slid out.
Next she was on her feet, cleaning both of them and nudging them to stand and nurse. But to my astonishment, she tried to kick one out of the way! No, she was pawing again, laid down, gave a couple more pushes and delivered a tiny doe kid.
I suppose they make these blog things with audio add-ons? Silent Trill’s three kids had the shrillest, loudest, most persistent cries of any I have been around. On my way to the house to get tonic, I could still hear them: sounded like a cat fight. In a fine show of sympathy, the other does trooped off down the hill to get away from the noise, and stayed till after dark.
Sorry, no pictures of actual delivery: no extra hand to hold the camera. These were taken between helping dry all 3 and setting them where they could nurse.