>>> A little size perspective. They probably don’t weigh a pound a piece and the entrance to that cat carrier is only about a foot. They are little bitty turds. We will wait a bit to make sure we are out of the woods. If the little boy makes it, his name will be Neo. He will join his daddy and uncle: Tank and Dozer. The little girl will follow the rest of them and get a name after an herb or spice. Currently we have Cumin, Paprika and Ginger. But we reserve the right to re-use names (The dogs are Basil and Sage, so those won’t work).<<<
We read everything about goats. We had “How To” books, read online websites and all things “expert”. However, NOT ONE THING about that stuff makes any sense until said critter is in your lap. We have had our goats going now into our second season. We’ve got the adult part pretty well under control. Then, BABIES!! We gots this too, but it is one thing to read what you should be “looking for” and actually seeing it.
This morning I walked into Uncle-Farmer-Jon-hood. It changed the entire day. “OMG! She gave birth and didn’t tell us! Did they get their Colostrum? Where are the birthing sacs? She ate em? Wow! They are so clean and seem to be happy!” “Ok. So if they aren’t screaming for milk, mom must have done her job. Breathe you idiot.” “But will she feed them and what kind of schedule do we keep for milking that is best for the kids?” “I got her teat to squirt, so the faucets work, but Nigerians are little goats and I have walnut crusher hands. I think we need a milker”. Ordered. $$$.
The babies seem happy. Momma doesn’t seem to have rejected them, but she is a first timer and was bottle fed….. how is all this going to transpire?… answers damn it I need answers! Someone really moved my cheese today. I was going to build my new garden wagon, weed, plant and harvest and make Sauerkraut and tomato sauce, but NOOOOOOOO! The universe dumped two new goats on me. Deal with that control freak!
So I jump on our most informative website. Funny name “Fias Co. Farms”. Today I was living in a Fiasco all right. I felt like Trinity in the Matrix having the ability to fly a helicopter downloaded into her head within seconds. I’ve been learning factually, that which we knew only conceptually. Didn’t I already do this 24 years ago? Do they need a college fund? What about a bassinet and crib? I just have these questions! Aaaagghhh!
So Fias Co. said that these little hopfrogs like to have a little place to crawl into to nap. So I took one of our cat carriers, took off the door and they love it! The humor was that the little buck went in there and proceeded to plop down for a nap. Sister didn’t see him do it and started screaming like a baby with a wet diaper because she couldn’t find him. The reunion took place and all is now calm.
I knew that we were going to have to dis-bud (de-horn) them. It involves taking something like a soldering iron and burning off the buds that will form horns. I’ve branded, doctored and castrated calves. These are much tiny-er and it is on their head. The thing burns at 1000 degrees F. Knowing vs. doing…. So I checked into that as well today. It is suggested that it is done within their first week! Crap. I don’t have said soldering iron or the box to hold the kid in. Ordered…. more $$$. Now granted, our little herd is pure bred and registered blood lines, so some care and expense is in order. I was just too pumped on adrenaline to remain calm. So next week when said branding equipment comes, I get to burn goat buds. I WILL be wearing earphones. Just like baby pigs, they can scream like you can’t believe. What a thrill.
So this evening I went out and put the turkeys in their coop and checked on the newborns and momma. All seem well. Ginger wants to get out of the kidding pen, but that won’t happen for another day or two. Friday she gets to go out and graze a bit. In about a week, after the disbudding, the babies will get to go out and explore a bit too.
One site says, milk immediately. Another says, wait 2 weeks or wait until they are weaned. I guess, like with everything I do, I’ll land somewhere in the middle.
On top of this, my new garden wagon came, the weights for the fermenting croc arrived, all the other animals didn’t disappear or seem to not need food today. Breathe, breathe, breathe. As usual, I’ll get this down once my mind processes it over night. If the babies are still alive in the morning, we’ll take the next step. After all, goats aren’t endangered and have been reproducing for millennia. I imagine they will muddle through whether or not I know what I’m doing. Good job Ginger!
Two baby boats were born during the two months or so that we were in Oklahoma. They were miniature fainting goats, but they grew very fast. (Don’t ask me what they are for, or why people pay so much for them.) Because it was the middle of winter, they were brought inside at night; which was not my idea. The mothers did not seem to mind. Nor did the babies! It was rather . . . weird. Anyway, as you can imagine, they knew what to do and how to take care of themselves. The only worry was that the second was born at night, and rolled away from the mother and under a fence into the snow. It did not seem to be bothered by the cold. It did not seem to be out there for too long.