Okay, now that the snow event is no longer big news, I am back to blogging about the time when I got Angora goats. I started out with two, a buck we named Wotan, and a doe Brunhilde. I wanted, of course, for them to breed so I could develop a herd of Angoras. It worked.
The two mated and after a period of time, the pregnant Brunhilde was acting nervously and I figured she was about to give birth. I had absolutely no experience in the process and was full of insecurities. I put Brun in her stall in the barn with a heat lamp for warmth. The birthing fortunately all happened without any problems and there soon was a tiny kid wobbling around on shaky legs as Brunhilde licked and licked the young goat’s coat. As is often said about birth, it seemed a miracle.
After a few days, the kid had figured out walking, and I let Brun and her kid out into the paddock for a taste of the world. Angora kids are sure cute.
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