I was ready for some life. There had been too much death on White Flint during the morning. But I was not expecting our nanny goat Sheena to kid this afternoon.
I was going to the back pasture to check on the waterer and I saw that the goats in the front pasture were in the far distant corner. For some reason I decided to trudge through the snow to them, hopefully to trim the hooves of a couple of them.
As I got near I noticed a baby goat lying in the snow and I knew immediately that Sheena had kidded. I was expecting Judy to kid first, but I’d just left her at the barn–so it had to be Sheena.
That’s when it got weird.
Joey, our Great Pyrennes guard dog, was sitting next to the kid, vigilantly protecting her–from her mother! The kid was crying for her mother and Sheena was crying back. But whenever Sheena tried to approach the kid, Joey would attack her. I had to drive him away in order to let Sheena come to her. By the time I got there Joey had torn off part of one of Sheena’s ears (he controls the goats by grabbing their ears). I gathered up the kid and carried it to the barn, with Sheena following me. I had to stop every few steps to chase off Joey.
By the time I got Sheena and the kid into a stall, she was having her second kid. Both kids (females) are strong and healthy, and other than losing part of an ear to a freaked out guard dog, Sheena is fine.
But while Will and I were cleaning off the kids (and desperately hoping Cherie–the goat midwife–would return home soon), he noticed that Judy was making odd sounds in the next stall.
Within an hour of Sheena delivering twins, so did Judy. Two more does.
Today is Will’s 20th birthday, and he’s not likely to forget how he spent it.
So we welcome into the White Flint family Barbie, Blondie, Ramona and Sharona, on a day that I’m sorry to say we had to say goodbye to Rita.