Sometimes what man does is not a good thing. As in the case of Angora goats. Gracious, I don't know how they survive. The does picked today to drop their kids, today, because it is minus 4 and humid outside and that is cold. The moms do not clean up their kids and the kids are too weak to move when they are born. It is a rare one that can actually stand to nurse. Both moms had twins and it was a race to try to keep them alive. I was busy trying to warm and feed the first two and the second two got cold. The female expired as I was warming her brother in the laundry sink. I won't breed the goats again. The other kids born to the Pygmy and Nigerian Dwarf does are vigorous and up and nursing in minutes and the mother has them cleaned and dry while they are busy nursing. I did mange to milk the second goat, but the first would not let me near her and it was more important to warm her babies and get something in their tummies, so I used milk replacer. Tomorrow I will tackle her and milk the essential colostrum for her babies. One had to be tube fed, but the second feeding, he did suck the bottle. They are in coats and out with their mothers, but in a few hours, I will be up to feed them again. The poor babies, all for the sake of the best fibre, have been forsaken and the mothering instincts all but bred out of the breed. Sad.
Fluffy writes daily about the experiences on the farm and with the bed and breakfast patrons.