During evening chores on Monday Fabian was saying what a quiet day it was. Faith was helping me feed the baby goats when I heard someone yelling in the shed. I ran over and saw Noora lying on her side writhing and kicking. Honestly, if you've never heard a goat scream, it sounds hauntingly like a person. At first I thought she was injured, but then I saw a tiny baby goat in the corner and the bottoms of two hooves emerging from under Noora's tail. That's not what I want to see during kidding. With the proper presentation--a nose and the tops of two front hooves--the kids slip right out. This was a breech birth, so I crossed my fingers and pulled to see if the baby was stuck in the birth canal. Just one little tug, and it plunked down onto the ground. Whew! That was easy. As Noora got to work licking all the gunk off her new baby, the third kid, facing the right direction, emerged without much ado. The final tally: 2 boys and 1 girl ranging from 4 to over 9 pounds.
They're all cleaned up, getting settled into a clean kidding jug in the barn, and getting their first sips of colostrum. An exciting end to a quiet day!