“The babies are coming, the babies are coming!” Paul Revere bellowed from his trusty steed as he ran through the streets of Freeland, WA.
Okay, it wasn’t Paul Revere, the manner of communication was iMessage, and the only running was me as I zipped up my jacket, rushing to the barn.
All of the rushing wasn’t really even necessary, Yakima had done all the work. Her gorgeous single buckling was cleaned up on the floor of the shelter. But he was cold, too cold to think about eating.
By the time I had gotten to the barn Tom had Yakima and her baby moved into the barn, I could focus on baby tasks and getting him warmed up (read as: snuggle!). Tom focused on getting some colostrum from momma. A quick hour after his birth the baby boy is warm, dry and getting his bounce (with a full belly, of course!).
Kidding season has officially begun. With a doe that was at 150 days yesterday, that I determined was probably not even pregnant just 6 days ago. Every time you think you know something on a goats farm, guess again!
Happy kidding season!! Babies are here! Cheese is coming!