So tough year for kidding. Our first kids of the season came last Sunday, and all three were dead. Mom and I had to stay home from church because we thought Ebony (the goat) was going to die. We had to pull the first baby, a ten pound buckling! He was newly dead, probably only a couple of days. He was followed by two calcified does. If you don't know what that looks like, it's pretty sad. They are babies who died weeks before being born, and they start to decompose in the uterus. They were only about four ounces each and had little noodle legs, and their eyes were gone. It was so depressing. Ebony has been really depressed this last week, but we are keeping her milk supply going, and she seems to have adopted me. She used to hate people, but since I've been milking her from the start she will hold still for me and give me kisses.

Sorry that was long... on the plus side, we had three healthy does last night, all breech, which was strange.