June Bug was due yesterday. Her mama is May, who was Ellie's baby, born on May 1st. June Bug was born on June 1st. And it so happened that she was due on April 1st. Ethan had his hopes up for an April, to add to the collection--if her baby was a girl.
Well, when we got out yesterday June Bug was still huge and pregnant, and didn't appear to be in labor. We laughed, and said, "Of course it wouldn't be today. There's no way she would also kid on the first of a month."
I milked everyone, which included wrestling with Nougat on the milking stand. She was not used to being milked anymore, and was extremely badly behaved. I have the hoof-marks to prove it. Then I let them all out into the lush rye grass. They were so delighted. It was like the people walking into Willie Wonka's beautiful candy wonderland.
After I was finished milking Matilda, I noticed June Bug stop eating and find a good spot to lie down. I thought, well maybe she's having her baby today after all. I kept my eye on her, and she seemed to be watching me, and I thought perhaps she might want me to come over. When I went to check on her, she looked like she was stretching her back legs a bit. I sat down with her and said encouraging things. Ethan was close by, so I alerted him with funny hand signals (I didn't want to shout and disturb her). It wasn't long at all before the baby was born! He made a little squawk and she immediately stood up and started cleaning him off. I could tell it was a boy right away. Ethan was disappointed he wasn't going to get to name one April this year, but I told him we could name the boy April--why not? Or Neroneus, maybe. (Nero tried to re-name April Neroneus, but it never caught on).
June Bug had him almost all clean when she laid down again suddenly and pushed. I thought it was the afterbirth, perhaps, and she stood up immediately and seemed to be eating it (as is the habit with most animals). I went to get her some water and cider vinegar and something to eat while Ethan came over to bring her some nice hay. Then he said suddenly, "Wait, there's another one! It's twins!"
Sure enough, and the next one was a girl. So there was an April after all. June Bug was such a good mother. She had them all clean and was nursing them in half an hour.
I think we are going to name the boy March. He did come before April.
It was so amazing to be there for a birth. It's only the second goat birth I've attended. I think June Bug wanted company and she seemed glad I was there. I think the rye grass inspired her. I would have wanted to give birth in the rye, too.