I think kidding season is now over. Emily doesn't seem to be pregnant after all. Cleo finally had hers on Monday morning. One huge boy! She pushed and I pulled really hard for about 20 minutes and he finally came out. I thought I was going to have to call the vet, but we ended up getting the job done. He's a nice looking kid, as big as Lucky and he's only one day old, and Lucky is almost a month old! Poor Cleo really had a time getting him out. She's a really good mom. This is her first kid and she's acting like she's been doing this for years.
So now there are 14 cashmere kids and 4 dairy kids. 10 boys and 8 girls. That's more girls than I've had in years, if ever! It's about time! They are so cute and entertaining, better than TV any time. Nice colors and good conformation on all of them. This year I'm wetherizing all the boys.
I had a bit of a tragedy on Sunday. I went out to check on things and here is Clyde laying there dead! He was one of the yearling bucks. One of the other bucks must have hooked their horn in his collar and choked him down. They have such tender necks, it doesn't take much . I was wondering what I was going to do with him, since he wasn't really buck quality, and the wethering job didn't go as well as it was supposed to so he was still a buck. The Universe took it out of my hands and took care of the situation. Not quite the way I would have done it, but it's done.
With the kids, I'm back up to 61 goats now. Lots of fun!