Goats again

More pictures of goats!

Hope looking away from the camera
(Maude in the background)

Molly's ear; Hope in back, Franklin's rump,
and Maude ducking under the chair

Molly wants to be the star of the photo shoot

Star, almost posing

Star on the bottle, Karl at far left

Stinker on the bottle - after four and a half weeks of resisting it

Star, with an expression like her great-grandmother Chocolate

Stinker (top) and Star (bottom) finally bottling

Prim and Brownie in the background,
Stinker and Star chugging bottles

did I mention these two didn't want to be bottle babies for the first month?

Karl, Molly's rejected firstborn

Maude on left, Franklin also scratching his rump,
with Cocoa Puff  in the shelter

Cocoa Puff, Molly's triplets - Maude and Karl in the midground,
Franklin and little Hope back by the shelter

Franklin and Hope, when she was tiny

Maude and Karl

the triplets, Maude, Franklin, and Karl, with Hope in back

front-to-back: Franklin, Maude, and Hope

A big picture dump of this spring's goat kids.  First were Cocoa Puff's twins, Stinker and Star.  I've had a buyer since December wanting two *boys* for pets, so of course the Chaos Puff had twins girls.  Star was an obvious name ... Stinker earned hers by bouncing off my back and shoulder any time I paid any attention to her sister.  It hit me the other week, when Stinker laid her head on my lap while I was trying to bottle Karl and Hope (and Stinker was trying to steal one or other bottle) that Stinker really, really wants constant attention.  She isn't going to be picky about what kind of attention, just as long as she is the center of my attention, and her alone.  If she ever calms down, she'd probably make an excellent pet.

Four weeks after Puff's twins, Molly had triplets again this year.  She rejected her firstborn, and it took me a day to figure that out because she has been the doting mother every other year.  As I like to do, I was there midwifing for her, and she no sooner jumped to her feet after Karl was born than the next contraction hit and she laid right back down.  I pulled little Karl out of the way and dried him off , then did the same for Franklin although she had time to catch her breath and start cleaning Franklin before Maude was ready for her debut.  Molly did NOT get a chance to clean Karl off - I did all that for her.  I was just helping, ya know ... she has only one tongue but is on her third set of triplets.  Well, it took until the next day for me to figure it out - Molly has to do at least a little of the clean-off, or she thinks, "Not my kid."  I'll need to remember that next year.

So, I finally had the two boys for my buyers.  I called them even before showering after the triplets were born, and they were eager to come out and see them, name them, and put a deposit on them ... before the state of Florida decided to do a lockdown (or, if you prefer the euphemisms like "shelter-in-place" or "stay at home order").  When the boys turned four weeks old the other weekend, the lady called to say they could take the boys once they went down to three a day bottlings.  That was this past Sunday.  I'm not sure who was more excited - the lady or her son - but each will have a pet goat.  Franklin resisted the bottle for a week, then on the eighth day he converted and began pushing Karl off the bottle every chance he got.  With Puff's twins, I sort-of gave up after six days ... now I know to go at least eight.  Franklin really was trying to prove the truth to the expression, "as stubborn as a goat."  Hmphf, I *am* a Capricorn though.

Now, the saga of Madison, and her one live twin Hope.  Madison wasn't due until two weeks after Molly kidded, but when the triplets were only three days old, she went into labor.  The little girl who ended up named Hope was first born, and not too hard of a delivery, although Hope could not even try to stand until later that night (born in the late morning).  The second twin, though ... oof.  At first I thought it was breech, but then realized that was a single fore foot.  I tried to push it back in to reposition, but Madison's contractions were just too strong.  I did move it enough for her to push it out ... dead.  With its head turned back to touch its hip, the other foreleg tucked under the body along with both hind legs, it was in the yoga-position-from-hell as far as birth presentations go.  I don't know if it died in utero or if it snapped its neck in the birth canal, but it didn't even twitch.

We put Madison in the small pen to recuperate by herself, and put the surviving kid in a cardboard box so I could look up what to do about a premie and try to get warm milk into her.  I had told hubby that night, "If she survives to morning, I am going to name her Hope."  Well, as you can see from the pictures, Hope was indeed still alive the next morning, and able to stand a little longer than the night before.  Huzzah!  Madison seemed to improve, even getting herself tangled in the electronet fence at least once, but her milk production was next to nonexistent so Grandma Molly to the rescue.

Then, the afternoon of the fourth day, Madison seemed a bit lethargic.  By evening, she was laying down mostly, and we both had a bad feeling ... which was confirmed the next morning when we found Madison dead.  Oof.  This was only the second goat I've lost (Chocolate was the first the other year, and for almost the same reason) and also the first bottle baby I've lost.  Francis, Madison's sister and also a bottle baby from last spring, doesn't seem pregnant even though she was bred ... and I am not upset by that.  Right now, both Molly and Cocoa Puff are giving a lot of milk - I brought in about a gallon and half this morning! - so I feel no urgency to rebreed Francis.  Maybe ... just maybe ... Prim might finally be pregnant again, after having milked for 34 months and drying off this December.  Maybe she's just fat and sassy on spring grass (well, she's always a bit sassy) but her udder has not gone all the way down and may - just may - be starting to gear back up.

Well, this has turned into quite the long update, but there has been a lot of stuff going on here.  For the record, bottling a rejected kid and an orphan kid takes up a LOT of time, especially the first week when their tiny tummies only hold about three hours' worth of milk.  Today, Hope is officially four weeks old and can now go down to only three bottles a day.