Yesterday afternoon, I took Nutmeg a treat and asked her to hurry up because I was planning to make cheese and I was afraid I’d get started with a pot of cheese and then she’d have her baby. Just as soon as whenever I started the pot of cheese.
Nutmeg said she’d think about it, but she was busy nesting. She’d been holed up in the goat house all day. Knitting the last bootie. Making up the crib.
Not too busy to stop for a treat, though.
Then she went back to standing in the corner. (That’s just straw hanging off her bottom in this photo, by the way.)
Then she sat down. She’d been crouching and standing in the corner a lot. I figured if she was sitting down, she wasn’t about to have the baby. I expected her to crouch to have it. I’ve never seen a goat have a baby before.
I told her I was going to go start my cheese, MISSY, and I’d be back.
===Graphic photo alert===
As predicted, as soon as I started my pot of cheese, she went to hollering like someone was poking her in the eyeball with a hot stick. And something was coming out of her! It was– A BLOB! And she was still sitting down and everything. I was afraid she was having a miscarriage!
The blob turned out to be a head.
And the head turned out to be a sweet little baby.
Nutmeg reached around to behold what slimy thing she had spit out from her womanly petals and instantly fell in love with it.
It was up and on its feet in no time, under 10 minutes.
Please be advised that this is a graphic video of a real live goat birth. If you think it might gross you out, don’t watch it.
Mother and Baby are in fine form this morning. Mommy is contentedly feeding and Baby is bouncing around in the straw. It has Mr. Pibb’s brown coat with his black markings on the legs, back, and head.
It also has a dash of white on one side and a white top knot like its mama.
And dangles!!! It has dangles! (Wattles. Nutmeg has wattles, too. I love wattles.)
Plus a little frosting on the ears.
It’s going to be a gorgeous goat. After reviewing this handy page for identifying sex in baby goats, I am completely positive that it’s a BOY. It’s a mixed breed–half Nigerian Dwarf and half Fainting. A half Nigerian girl could still be a milker, but a half Nigerian boy won’t make anyone’s stud list. We’ll wether him and keep him as a pet. He’s too beautiful to let go to a hard life scrubbing brush for somebody.
How Rotunda could give birth to only one kid from that voluminous belly remains an unsolved mystery, though Nutmeg offered this explanation upon questioning.
“I had to save room–