Lovingly Posted by Melissa Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I arrived at work at 7 o'clock and immediately started scrambling to get any pertinent items finished. I had shipments to get out to our manufacturers that I knew couldn't wait until Monday so it wasn't until around noon that I was able to get back home to check on Chutney. She was calmly munching on hay on the platform in the barn. After a little while of pacing between the barn and the house waiting for something to change, I decided to open the door to the front paddock that we had fenced off for this occasion. This way I could sit on the front porch and be able to see the goats. Sure enough the girls were psyched to get out front where the grass was long and the low tree limbs had yet to be stripped of their leaves.
I tried to busy myself in the house. After cleaning off our dining room table, which is our catch-all for anything and everything when we come into the house, and starting a load of laundry I decided I couldn't stand it anymore and went back outside. I sat down in the grass within the paddock and started reading. I needed to get my mind elsewhere or I would go crazy. Chutney wasn't progressing at all and I was getting impatient.
The hours dragged on and still no sign from our little doe that she was even thinking of going into labor. I went to bed restless, worried that they would be born during the night and something would go wrong. At 3 o'clock in the morning I trudged out to the barn, the air was so warm and I was relieved that the babies would not come into the world in the middle of a hard frost. I quietly opened the door and found Chutney lying in a bed of straw on the floor, my heart jumped up into my throat at the thought that maybe she was going into labor. Alas, nothing. I walked slowly back to the house, enjoying the mild weather, the darkness and quiet of the early morning hour. But I needed to get some sleep.
Two hours later I gave up on my attempts to "sleep in", got dressed, and headed back out. I kept wishing I had the same calm patience that my husband has. Chutney still hadn't started going into labor, but when I felt her tail ligaments I noticed that I must have been wrong yesterday in thinking that they were 'gone' because they were certainly nowhere to be found this time. She would kid before Sunday, of that I was certain.
Shortly after the second doeling was born a third practically shot right out. This one was just as large as the second doeling but was a dark brown color. I hoped it was a buck, but it just wasn't in the cards this time, a third doeling. Chutney was still working on cleaning off doeling #2 so I cleaned off doeling #3 just enough to be able to move around until Chutney could get to her.
Everyone is doing great and we are just as proud as can be with the new additions to our farm. The doelings, who we named Poplar, Juniper, and Willow, are already bouncing around and climbing on anything and everything they can get their hooves on.
So in about one more month it will be May's turn but until then I'll be trying not to spend all my free time in the barn holding baby goats. =D