My little goats are growing fast and in need of naming. Thanks to all who made suggestions for the kids, both Fatty-fats and Shiraz’s. The response from my hubby when I relayed the names you folks have proffered to him was, “What creative blogging friends you have!”
In light of the fact they are going to be eaten, we have decided on the following names for the boys:
Saddam (cuz we all know why he should be eaten);
Saddam does get a dissembling look in his eye every now and then...
Salam-i (which speaks for itself);
Salam (i) is the climber of the group.
and Sinbad (cuz if you sin bad enough you deserve to be roasted on the spit!). But does he look like a sinner?
Already finding excuses why I need to keep Sinbad! He's such a sweetie.
Well, there it is. Wish me luck over the next few months that I’ll actually muster up the courage to do this. I’m already smitten with all these babes. Working with them and thinking of them as my food is a difficult paradox to reconcile. This is the part of being such a small farm that is difficult: I kn0w each animal, and am working with each one, e.g. imprinting, haltering, human therapy, breeding. I want to do so much with so many of these animals; I’d like to be able to teach these fellows to pull a cart, for example. I know that taking the time and bonding with them so deeply will have its cost in the end. Unless, of course, I can justify keeping the cart goats to get to the store now that gas prices are on the rise… maybe I could start picking people up from the airport in the W-e-e-e-e-e-l-co-o-me wagon.
Well, it has now been more than 24 hours that Fatty-fat has not expelled all of the afterbirth. I’ve tried massaging her belly to get her uterus to shrink down some more. I’ve also hung a wet towel from the cords of the afterbirth itself which has managed to bring some more of it out but not all. I retied it this morning at 4 am (the 24 hour mark) but it still persists.
This much of her afterbirth is still attached to her this morning, 24 hours after giving birth to triplets.
I tried gently (EVER SO GENTLY!) tugging on it but it won’t come that easily and I’m scared it will break off inside and I’ll have nothing left to tie the towel to. I’m going to call the vet this morning and see what he or she (depending on whose on call) says. I’m fairly certain the placenta was delivered as there was quite a mass of stuff on the ground with the kids yesterday when I found her that looked like this:
A picture of a goat placenta.
But then what is this still attached to inside her? And, is it worrisome?
On a lighter note, here are some photos of the kids:
Enjoying hanging out with mama and kids.
Fatty's little boy.
I love just being with them. You can see the towel tied to Fatty's afterbirth hanging from her back end.
SPECIAL NOTE: I likely need not have tied the towel to the afterbirth. In fact, I was later advised (by one of the top goat specialists in England–thank-you Dreda!!) that this might encourage infection. The towel did help pull at bit of the afterbirth out and then dropped off of its own accord before this advice came in. I didn’t ever retie it on. Instead, I sprayed the cord with Betadine solution from the pharmacy (10% povidone-iodine topical solution, 1% available iodine). The next day the rest of the afterbirth dried right up. She leaked bloody mucus for a few days but is a very contented mum. Upon reflection, I probably need not have worried about her at all, but then that is the confidence gained with experience; something I didn’t have!