Wednesday, March 24, 2010

we have two baby goats! now with pictures!

Hands down, this is the coolest thing about spring. So much so, in fact, that the other parts of spring rock back and forth, chanting, "Not good enough . . . never good enough . . ."

I've noticed that I tend to over-parent with my goats. They just look so floppy and dead when they're first born that it's easy to get freaked out, which does nobody any good. So I took some deep breaths before I went into the goat pen, because I could hear that Edna was tripping a little. It's her first time, and she was understandably spooked. I feel bad I wasn't there to console her in her time of need. I am a sucky midwife, but luckily goats are very self-sufficient, and kid really easily (whereas sheep are just looking for a reason to die, so I hear).
Our magic neighbors to whom Edna really belongs now came over and helped me with the navel tying, cutting and dipping, and ear splinting. You wouldn't believe how much easier it is to splint floppy sock ears when you have someone to hand you tape. They don't always need their ears splinted, but if they come out folded you have to get on it right away before they dry, or their ears are folded forever and they look really stupid.
They are a black boy and a brown girl, and more gorgeous they could not be. After we got done with the maintenance we tried to get the babies to nurse, but they were just not into it, and their bellies felt full, so I left them alone for a bit. When I came out a couple of hours later I was able to get the girl to eat a little, and the boy peed, so I knew he'd gotten something. Seriously, is there anyone more obsessed about bladder and bowel voiding than a new parent? Possibly an old person. But you don't realize until you are in charge of living critters (furry and nonfurry) how much you can learn from waste.
The girl may have imprinted on me a little bit. Whoops. Hope I didn't break her like those people did to that chimp.
Like how I keep it real, do you? That's a glob of placenta back behind Edna. She nibbles on it now and then. Shut up, you're not better than her.
One of the neat jobs a goat mom gets to do is lick her babies' bottoms all the time to make sure they don't get pasted shut with poop. Finola was a champ at this.
Their names, as given by the magic neighbors' 12-year-old son, are Coconut and Eclipse. Eclipse looks so much like his Grandpa Bobcat--I wonder if he'll grow up to be as gentle and handsome?

One down and one to go. Traci looks miserable.


tipsybaker said...

I want goats!!!
Congratulations. Please post cute photos.

All8 said...

Woo Hoo! Congratulations!

Tori said...

I want baby goats! But I'm probably going to be too busy with the human baby to get into that business right now.

Also, I don't mean to sound like a stalker-lurker, but I got in my car to Sultans of Swing this morning and thought of your "songs I never want to hear again" list. Then I spent my whole lunch hour railing against Owl City and that stupid Fireflies song - only to read your blog this afternoon and see it had been added to your list. I concur wholeheartedly. It reminds me of Ross from Friends and his keyboard. If Ross were obsessed with Ben Gibbard and never moved out of his parents' basement.

Layne said...

Hee. Which reminds me of "Electrifyyyyeeeee . . . infinite tiiiiiiiiime . . ."

richvm said...

They are so cute- I wish we lived closer so we could run right over and see them! - Jenny

Claire said...

Those baby goats are so cute!

Melissa Cunningham said...

This is so freakin' cute that I can't stand it! I love new babies! There's just something about them. Congratulations, mommy!

All8 said...

They really are so very sweet. Another blog I visit has baby lambs, wanna see?