So. What tale of woe, depressing or otherwise horrible story do I have for you today? Well let me tell you, my avid and loyal blog followers (and also those of you who accidentally clicked on an obscure link that somehow got you here), it just keeps on coming.
But since I hate to sound like such a whiny baby or ingrate for what good things have happened lately (although I have to think really, really hard about what they might be), I'll try to put a more positive spin on my week-long Goat Happenings from Hell. Try.
Sunshiny Version: Annette kidded bright and early on Monday morning. What a beautiful start to the week!
Reality: Annette decided to give me yet another sleepless night as she started showing early signs of labor around 11pm Sunday night, then started getting down to it at 1am on Monday.
Sunshiny Version: I helped Annette deliver three kids, two of which were doelings! Yay, Annette!
Reality: Annette's kids needed repositioning as the first two came head first, but no feet. Then the third one I had to go in for. Couldn't tell what was front feet or back feet, seemed really weird. Noticed some brown, non-typical goo in one of the birth sacks which wasn't a good sign. Finally pulled a dead, underdeveloped and slightly deformed kid, sex unknown, because I just dumped into the trash bucket.
Sunshiny Version: Nettie looks to be on the mend. Her infection seems to be under control. She's drinking more fluids and nibbling on apples and prunes and a few other high-calorie snackies.
Reality: Nettie may be on the mend, but she looks like hell. Her udder is trashed. And although she is voluntarily drinking, I still have to drench her with electrolytes and other goat meds. She hasn't had any hay and only a few nibbles of alfalfa pellets.
Sunshiny Version: I let Nettie in the kidding pen with Annette and her kids. Annette doesn't seem to mind Nettie playing "Auntie Nettie" at all.
Reality: Can goats get depressed? Because I reall think that Nettie is. She still seems to be looking for her kids, softly naa'ing when she hears Pickles or Annette's kids cry. I feel so badly for her, she just loves being a mother. I thought about bringing her kids out to her, but I don't want them to get the idea that they can nurse from her.
Sunshiny Version: Nettie's two surviving bucklings are warm inside, right next to the wood stove. They finished all the colostrum and are now on a goat milk replacer. Rhiannon is having a ball playing with them in the house.
Reality: There are goats in the house. There is goat pee and black, sticky, tar-like goat crap everywhere. I'm laundering towels like crazy. And I have to bottle feed them like every three hours.
So, there's your daily update on Nettie & Annette. I've got more on Pickles & her kids and a slight thinning of the herd. But right now I'm going to try to take a nap before anybody else needs tended to.