Rose had her babies last night. That's the first good news.
The other goats had relegated Rose to the bottom of the pecking order, and wouldn't let her into the back of the barn. I didn't know exactly when she had bred, so I didn't know she was due. Rose gave birth in the doorway of the barn, in 19 degree weather. That's the first bad news.
Rose had triplets, two girls and a boy. One girl and one boy froze to death. I found them this morning when I went down to milk Wish. That's the sad news.
We brought the remaining, living girl up to the house. She had chilled, but still had some muscle tone. I think she was the last born, so hadn't had time to freeze completely. We milked some colostrum out of Rose, warmed the baby goat in front of the heater, fed her, let her sleep, and she looks like she should pull through. We decided to name her Poppy. That's the second good news.
Once Poppy had been warmed and was looking perky, we took her down to reunite her with Rose. Rose refused to let her nurse, and walked away every time Poppy came near her. So Poppy is now officially a rejected baby. That's the second sad news.
But to end on a happy note, Poppy will now be raised as a bottle goat up at the house. She will eventually be our front yard goat and will probably be about as spoiled as a goat can possibly be. She's a beautiful goat; mainly white with a perfect tan mask with a white blaze, and one little tan spot on one side. Giselle had Poppy sleeping next to her on the sofa while she was doing her biology homework. Danny is currently feeding her in the rocking chair.
Yup, I think this goat has got it made.
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