Was born to Bessie March 21, close to midnight. I was going down to check as I knew Bessie was getting close, and heard Esmie yelling as I went down the path. I got down there and took it all in with a quick sweep of my lantern light: There was Bessie delivering her placenta and looking at her kid that was behind a gate: she had already creeped behind the kidding pen door, which I had left open as I hadn't confined Bessie yet; and there, in the kidding pen was a dark wet flat on the ground form. I quickly freed the doeling, who Bessie attended to with motherly gruntings, and went to the form on the straw, towels pulled quickly from my kidding bag. It was a very weak, wet, cold kid. I toweled him vigorously and tried to get Bessie interested in him and tried to squirt her colostrum in his mouth. Anyway, the rest was a long night. Bessie totally gave up on him, and despite Tom and I warming him, tube feeding him, etc, she was right: he was somehow compromised, it looked like not fully developed with his narrow rib cage, etc. He couldn't get up by himself. After the night, day and next night of 2-hour feedings and ending up bringing him into the house, he died. I think Bessie somehow knew he would and that's why she didn't accept him. She was not upset, that way, when he disappeared. I had done my best to stay detached but by the time I'd bottle fed him and got up all night I was sad to have him go. May he become part of all the life that exists on the farm , I said as I buried him in the orchard.
In the meantime, Esmie is just bouncing all over and is the cutest little kid ever! I don't know how I will part with her when it comes time to sell her! (but I will manage.) She seems to take after Bessie in form which is so great. Bessie is just pumping out the milk. After the buckling died, I am having to keep milking her some, she has so much. And, Esmie only drinks from one side, so I get the other. Yum! The most delicious goat's milk ever! Soon, yogurt! ice cream! cheese!