I was planning on doing a regular post today but I got sidetracked over the weekend.
This coming Saturday, we're planning a MONSTER garage sale. We'd been busy doing all the prep work associated with a garage sale of gargantuan proportions--dragging stuff out of the attic, cleaning, polishing, and pricing.
What could pull me away from these vital tasks?
This little guy.
This is Pandora's little boy. I call him Prince Albert. He's 2 hours old in this picture.
Why did I call him Prince Albert? I don't know. He just seemed very in charge and ready to get on with the business of living. I never saw a baby in such a hurry to be born. He was taking his first breath and wriggling before half of him was even out.
Pandora, his mother, is our youngest, but she delivered like a champ. I was glad all she had was the one.
I'm sparing you the hard labor video in exchange for this one where all the painful stuff was over.
I'm equally proud of Greg who did all the photos and videography without wincing too much. As a matter of fact he was the one who noticed Pandora on her side.
Pandora is the most vocal when people are nearby, so when she wasn't moving, Greg knew this was no drill.
She delivered within a half hour from when her water broke. The only thing that bothered me is that she didn't expel the afterbirth right away, and we had an appointment in town and had to be away for several hours.
I contacted my goat forum friends and the administrator told me not to worry. Sure enough, by the time we returned, the placenta was expelled and Prince Albert was nursing greedily.
Two more girls to go. I'm not as worried about Heidi and Lucy. They're both experienced and good mothers.
I'll post again on Wednesday. Hopefully by then everyone will have delivered and I can concentrate on the garage sale.
And yes, my garage sales are the stuff of legend. If you're nearby, you must come and see us. I'm sure I have just the thing you've been looking for.