Alita's udder had been expanding a bit over the past few days. Saturday, she was huge. We knew it would be soon. Sunday morning as I walked up to the goat shed, the three other goats came running to greet me. I looked for Alita, and she stuck her head around the barn door, but didn't come out. She was making anxious Mama noises and looking at me eagerly as if to say, "come see what I have, a surprise for you. And by the way, I'm hungry." As I made my way into the barn, there they were, two little slippery babies still moist and wobbly. She must have given birth just an hour or so earlier while I was still drinking my coffee. She gave us two little girls this time :-). So far, they seem to be healthy and doing fine.
My name is Christy Franklin.