Valentine’s Day was a long one around here.  The problem–does.  Almost all problems in the goat world trace back to does.

I induced 4 does.  I was prepared for them to start dropping about 9 pm on Tuesday night.  No,  no.  One started at midnight.  Then had another about 2.  Then I assisted another doe about 4 and pulled a single.  Then I realized that the first doe might not be done.  I pulled one and then another.  The first one was dead.  The next one (which was #4 was alive).  The third doe dropped twins like she was supposed.  The 4th doe started show signs but wasn’t having contractions.

Now later in the morning, the 4th doe still hadn’t done anything. So, I went after it.  Yep, this one wasn’t coming out in a simple fashion.  Chains and lots of pulling and no go.  It has been over 6 years since I couldn’t get one out.  So, I headed to vet.  They were going to do a C section but Delmar, the assistant, asked if he could pull it.  I said get after it cowboy.  It took a lot of lube, an epideral, some ropes and 20 minutes but he got it out.  Dead, of course,  but the doe was alive.  Well, at least until the next morning.

Now, doe #5 went on her own and had triplets.  Oh, and doe #1 had a 5th kid, alive–9 hours after she had the first one.  Then doe #3 developed mastitis.

Quick recap for Wednesday kidding at Kelln Livestock.

Doe 1–has 4 live ones.  2 does and 2 bucks. Lovely

Doe 2–single doe kid

Doe 3–twins–one buck & one doe.  And now, mastitis.

Doe 4–dead kid and we started grafting a quad to her.  Now, dead doe and the coyotes have something to eat.

Doe 5–triplet doe kids.

I thought inducing was supposed to make them drop in a smaller window.  Not much sleep and Tammy nor I are in a very good mood in the kidding barn last night or this morning.  Now, for the next round of misery.  Have a good one.