I missed my usual Sunday update. Because something quite surprising happened…
The week started fairly normally. Went to see the goats on Monday and Tuesday. They were let out on grass and it was lovely to see the kids running around and having fun. It was less nice to see Bob tied down after most of his life spent without a collar. Freedom ain’t what it used to be. We got a brief hailstorm too. The goats didn’t like that much. Neither did I.
I staid home on Wednesday. Normally I would then go again on Thursday. But because of scheduling issues (blabla) I staid home then too. Thursday evening I got a call from Bodil. News from the playground. Mia had a baby.
What?! I know. If you think you’re surprised… I was pretty shocked. As were we all. That came completely out of the blue.
Actually, the thought had crossed my mind. I thought her teats were a little more pronounced maybe. I even, on Tuesday, put my hand on her belly to feel if there was something there. But I didn’t REALLY feel. Because it seemed preposterous. I just laughed it off. But yup. She gave birth on Wednesday. It’s pretty crazy. She’s too young to have a baby, no doubt. Her body isn’t quite ready for it. Her udder isn’t very big at all. And she’s not producing a lot of milk. Other than that she is doing well, though. And the baby is coming along. Sigrid told me that she had been very worried about him. It’s a him, yes. When I got to see him on Friday he spent most of the time lying down. Resting. But he did get up for a little, and even went outside with momma too. And he was eagerly trying to drink from her. On Saturday and Sunday I went to check up on them. Good thing I have my own key now. And the baby seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. On Sunday he was up a lot. Jumping around like a good goat baby. That was a relief to see. He’s still small. Skinny. Not sure on his feet. But he’s a fighter. And he still spends a lot of time trying to drink from Mia. At least he’s getting something. And he started nibbling on my pants too, so maybe he’ll be going for solid food soon. I didn’t go see them today, for more scheduling issues, but hopefully he’ll still be doing well when I see them tomorrow. We have all been very concerned of course. Because Mia really is too young for it. But she’s doing a great job. Very attentive and concerned. She made worried noises when people came in. But when it was just me, she calmed down. Cleaning and fussing over the baby. He’s a really beautiful boy. He’s black all over except for his head and a few small spots. So pretty. He looks like a mini-Bob! But Bob can’t have kids. Preben is the father. And also Mia’s father. That’s obviously not ideal. But it not a disaster. As long as it’s not something that’s allowed to go on unchecked. But so far so good.
He was born on Wednesday. Sigrid told me that some kids had called for her, saying that there was a birth. And she had said that that couldn’t be right, that was a month ago. But it was Mia. She was outside in the pen. Good thing it happened during work hours so the staff could help out afterwards. I imagine it must have been a shock for Mia too! But it’s so sweet to watch her with the baby. She’s a natural.
Meanwhile Mia’s brother and sister are doing great. Jolly big and fun. Fingers crossed everything will keep going well for everyone.
Now it’s late and I’m late. On with a load of pictures!
And videos. First a quick yawn from Mia. I do love the goat yawns.
And the babylog from Friday. My first day with the little boy.
And babylog from the weekend. The baby livelier and fun.
Also, a couple of goatlogs from before the baby arrival. Monday: youtube.com/watch?v=Pm-3GFcHRds. And Tuesday, with the hail: youtube.com/watch?v=Pm-3GFcHRds. As I said, the boy was born on Wednesday. Look at that video from Tuesday. Can you believe Mia was a day away from giving birth? Crazy.
And we’ll just finish off with a picture of Bob in the hailstorm.
Fingers crossed that this week will be good. I have an eye doctor appointment tomorrow and then hopefully good goat times with the babies and the babies’ babies.