Post by copperkid3 on Mar 31, 2016 2:43:03 GMT
I was around the corner of the barn this morning, about 10 minutes before noon, checking on the guinea fowl when
I kept hearing one of the goats hollaring every so often, so I came back and at about the same time as Solstice began
bellowing again, I saw the appearance of a couple of hooves sticking out! Every so often, she'd give out another cry and
then finally she started walking a few feet and then would lie down for a minute or so. This series of actions would be repeated
a number of times as she circled the herd who were feeding at the time. Couldn't have been more than 10-12 minutes tops,
when she started straining a bit more and I even tried to assist her by grabbing hold of the pair of hooves, but wasn't much
help as the gloves slipped on the goo and she walked off anyway. I was beginning to wonder if she possibly was having a breech birth,
(and beginning to panic as a result), when she gave it another try and the beginning of a snout/nose appeared.
A couple of more minutes and a lot of pushing without anything to show for it and then it was over in less than 30 seconds~
she gave a big push and out he shot; being unceremoniously dumped on the ground. The whole thing took less than 15 minutes!
And I was a nervous wreck the whole time. Golly, that's got to hurt......I then became concerned with Solstice's next reaction,
as it appeared that now that she'd been relieved of this unwelcome burden, she didn't even look back, but wandered off.
I went over to the little guy, who was sniffling and trying to clear his nostrils of the fluids and decided that something had to be done,
so, having found an old discarded feed sack, I then grabbed both sets of legs and slid him over onto it, then picked him up via the sack
stretcher and placed him near Solstice, who gave him a quick glance and then looked away. Definitely NOT mother material it seemed,
so she forced my hand and I grabbed her by her two front feet, as she wasn't wearing a collar, and then (for lack of a better descriptive term)
"bum-walked" her into the barn and finally shoved her into the open birthing stall that I'd set up earlier for other pregnant does and their kids.
I then went back and brought "Junior" into the barn and slid him over the gate and left them together.
I went back a couple hours later and was surprised to find Solstice had climbed up on a bale of straw and was looking down
with great fear & trepidation, at that "thing" that she'd had gotten rid of earlier .....who was now standing and bawling at her
to come on down and feed him. I really thought that I'd probably have to bottle feed another 'orphan' if I came out again, but
a couple more hours passed and this time, he was in the same position, but a bit more cleaned off and possibly had even managed
to get a bite to eat, as he appeared too robust for a kid 4+ hours after birth. Solstice on the other hand, was still perched on
top of her straw bale and seemed just as mortified as before. I then got her a fresh bucket of water in a pail, remounted it
on the nail on the wall and also got out one of the nearly pure alfalfa hay bales (saved for just such events) and gave her
a couple of flakes in a bin basket. She devoured them with great relish and hopefully, motherhood will come easier with time.
I kept hearing one of the goats hollaring every so often, so I came back and at about the same time as Solstice began
bellowing again, I saw the appearance of a couple of hooves sticking out! Every so often, she'd give out another cry and
then finally she started walking a few feet and then would lie down for a minute or so. This series of actions would be repeated
a number of times as she circled the herd who were feeding at the time. Couldn't have been more than 10-12 minutes tops,
when she started straining a bit more and I even tried to assist her by grabbing hold of the pair of hooves, but wasn't much
help as the gloves slipped on the goo and she walked off anyway. I was beginning to wonder if she possibly was having a breech birth,
(and beginning to panic as a result), when she gave it another try and the beginning of a snout/nose appeared.
A couple of more minutes and a lot of pushing without anything to show for it and then it was over in less than 30 seconds~
she gave a big push and out he shot; being unceremoniously dumped on the ground. The whole thing took less than 15 minutes!
And I was a nervous wreck the whole time. Golly, that's got to hurt......I then became concerned with Solstice's next reaction,
as it appeared that now that she'd been relieved of this unwelcome burden, she didn't even look back, but wandered off.
I went over to the little guy, who was sniffling and trying to clear his nostrils of the fluids and decided that something had to be done,
so, having found an old discarded feed sack, I then grabbed both sets of legs and slid him over onto it, then picked him up via the sack
stretcher and placed him near Solstice, who gave him a quick glance and then looked away. Definitely NOT mother material it seemed,
so she forced my hand and I grabbed her by her two front feet, as she wasn't wearing a collar, and then (for lack of a better descriptive term)
"bum-walked" her into the barn and finally shoved her into the open birthing stall that I'd set up earlier for other pregnant does and their kids.
I then went back and brought "Junior" into the barn and slid him over the gate and left them together.
I went back a couple hours later and was surprised to find Solstice had climbed up on a bale of straw and was looking down
with great fear & trepidation, at that "thing" that she'd had gotten rid of earlier .....who was now standing and bawling at her
to come on down and feed him. I really thought that I'd probably have to bottle feed another 'orphan' if I came out again, but
a couple more hours passed and this time, he was in the same position, but a bit more cleaned off and possibly had even managed
to get a bite to eat, as he appeared too robust for a kid 4+ hours after birth. Solstice on the other hand, was still perched on
top of her straw bale and seemed just as mortified as before. I then got her a fresh bucket of water in a pail, remounted it
on the nail on the wall and also got out one of the nearly pure alfalfa hay bales (saved for just such events) and gave her
a couple of flakes in a bin basket. She devoured them with great relish and hopefully, motherhood will come easier with time.