Early yesterday my cell phone was ringing - caller ID showed our BFF was calling. She had a crisis and her hubby was out of town. We jumped in the car and headed off to play Rescue Rangers. (I'm always nervous leaving the house in pants pulled over my nightgown and a coat - just so risky - with my nightgowns not at ALL risque!) A La Mancha doe tried to get through a gate and got "stuck". The herd members behind her decided it would be target practice to ram her and wedge her more tightly into the space.DH worked on it for a while and we were able to release her.
Back at our place a first timer doe was in definite labor. YoYo didn't do well with the labor part of the process but seemed quite taken with baby "A" - pretty little buck. Just before she got "A" completely cleaned up - along came "B".
We went from a medium sized "baby Bump" on YoYo to cute buck, then oh my goodness two little nubian bucks. Buck "A" has not been able to stand very well as yet, a condition not helped by rejection by YoYo. Ah the joys of bottle feeding.
YoYo occasionally pays attention to Baby" A". His hind legs are splayed out (you can see in the picture). This evening he managed to stand on his own for a full ten minutes.
Two of our other does look ready to deliver. I am praying they don't reject a baby. Bottle babies are cute for a few weeks. Part which is hard for me is I have to deal with a baby trained I am his mama and I will take him to the butcher - dadgum it isn't fun. DH said we can plan on keeping a few wethers, we'll see how things turn out. The kids will start getting names in a week or so.