Just a few days ago, I posted a picture of a very-pregnant-goat trying to get comfortable on a hot day.
Yesterday, she delivered her kid! I was working in my office, shortly before noon, when one of our children excitedly began pounding on my door with the big news. I put down what I was doing and made a detour to the goat stall on my way in for lunch. Sure enough, she had delivered a beautiful little buck kid. Though he was still damp with amniotic fluid, he was drying off fast in the 80 degree weather (couldn’t have asked for a better day for him to arrive), and was already up and wobbling around testing out his legs.
His mother, Double Play, has a chronic case of mastitis, which we have tried everything imaginable to remedy but to no avail. This wouldn’t be a problem if we were simply pasteurizing and then drinking the milk. However, to make the cultured milk drinks our children require, raw (unpasteurized) milk is necessary. And raw mastitic milk doesn’t set up well at all in these cultures; we’ve tried several times, and ended up feeding it all to chickens.
Fortunately, our other goat (Queen Anne’s Lace) has been giving milk that’s been excellent for raw cultures. We’ve decided to keep her, and sell Double Play to a friend who wants to pasteurize her milk for drinking. As soon as they finish building a stall for her, she and her newborn kid will be moving. All part of life on the farm, and a lesson for our children: as much as you might like a particular animal (and the children really do like Double Play a lot), you can’t get attached to them or turn them into pets.