Cora Belle had her babies today. Easter babies. One survived but the other didn't. I had a foreboding about this delivery. Cora Belle's due date came and went. Something wasn't quite right but on Easter morning she finally went into labor. The first kid was huge. Two feet presented without a nose so after some unproductive pushing I put a finger in but couldn't really find the head. So I put in a few more fingers and felt around. There was the head all right but it was as big as an Alpine head. How was that going to get out of that little hole?
With a whole lot of pushing and pulling that's how.
So with a whole lot of pushing and pulling, out popped the biggest kid I'd ever seen.
And right on his heels came two little black legs. Breech and not in a sack, the next came tumbling out.
Right away he was not breathing right. He had inhaled while inside. His lungs were full of fluids. The goatfarmer rushed over with all her bag of tricks but in the end I wrapped him in a towel and gave him back to Cora Belle so she could lick his little head until he took his last gasp.
My 11 year old nephew helped me bury him. He wrapped him in the towel and gently laid him in the grave we had dug. Tenderly, he arranged him so he would be comfortable and we said a little prayer.
What a shame to have gotten that far and to then not make it.
But that's the unfortunate part of farming.