Yeah, we had our first babies here in the neighborhood this afternoon. Some kinda exciting shit; the only ones who didn't get worked up about it were the momma and the babies.
I was supposed to go into town today with my neighbor J. And when he called me on the phone, I thought he was telling me he was ready to go. But he said, "Can't do it right now, Joel, [Insert Goat's Name] is birthing and I'm here by myself." And then he hung up.
And I thought, "well gee, I'd like to get in on that, I've never seen it before. But he probably doesn't need me underfoot."
And then I thought, "How much significance is there to 'I'm here by myself'? As far as I know, J's never seen it before either."
And then I practically threw the dogs into Gitmo and drove the Jeep over to J&H's as fast as I could. Even so it was nearly over by the time I arrived. So except for moral support and an extra set of hands here and there, there wasn't a lot for me to do. But sometimes moral support is enough.
It was the goat's first litter, but she seemed to know more or less what to do. She got them cleaned up, everybody had a bit of a rest, and then they went to feeding, and then everybody fell asleep. There was a lot more drama when my daughter was born.
No comments:
Post a Comment