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Love Thursday: Pinta’s Heart-Shaped Stain
I didn’t necessarily plan on bringing Love Thursday from Bleeding Espresso over here to Goat Berries, but then a little kid named Pinta was born, and I had no choice.
First, let me back up and assure you that I am *not* making the following story up or embellishing in any way. You can ask Paolo any time you see him, and he’ll confirm.
A few weeks before Pasqualina delivered, we were playing proud parents just gazing at her changing body from outside the pen. I looked at Paolo, pointed to Pasqualina, and very plainly said, “She’s going to have a kid with a heart shape on her side.”
I’ll admit, I had imagined the coloring the opposite, in which the kid now known as Pinta would be mostly white and have a reddish-brown heart, but do you see it?
I spotted it almost as soon as she was out of Pasqualina; indeed, it looked even more obvious when she was all wet and goopy.
I don’t know which came first, the thought or the heart, but what a special little Pinta we have here. I know Pasqualina thinks so too.
Happy Love Thursday everyone!
Hug a kid, would you?
On the Announcement of Kids’ Names
Paolo and I didn’t even talk about names before the babies arrived. I really didn’t feel like it was right to assign names and then just plug in kids, so I never brought it up; I imagine he felt the same, because he didn’t either.
Once the first kid was born, we batted some ideas around, and then even more when the second came out, but it wasn’t until the final kid was born that we really felt it was time to get serious.
Paolo immediately suggested “Pinta” for Pasqualina’s girl because around here, they say something is “pinta” when it looks stained or tinted. Indeed, she does sort of look like someone threw a bucket of paint on her.
So when he said Pinta, I said, “What about Nina for Carmelina’s girl?”
He nodded and smiled, and I burst out laughing, because, I kid you not (hah!) we live in the zone of Santa Maria here in the village. (Zones are named after the churches located in them.)
Paolo agreed that was also perfect, and the name of the boy was obvious at that point.
Meet Colombo:
Colombo, of course, is Christopher Columbus‘s last name in Italian.
Perfetto!
Don’t you just love the Italian-American connection as well?
Pasqualina’s Birth Story & My Mad Goat Midwifery Skillz
From the beginning of this goat pregnancy journey, I’ve told Paolo that Pasqualina would deliver while we were there; even after Margherita and Carmelina did their things all on their own, I assured him: there would be no morning surprise with Pasqualina, who I raised with a bottle and who is much more emotionally attached to us than the others.
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Yesterday morning we saw Pasqualina’s whitish mucus that signals that birth is coming, probably within 24 hours. I had a feeling she was going to go in the afternoon, though, because Pasqualina also started showing some really pronounced signs of labor such as being *much* more vocal throughout the day. Normally she’ll bleat maybe five times a day; yesterday she was *screaming* when we were out of sight and especially when she heard Paolo in the Ape nearby.
By 1 pm, she also had a really noticeable arch in her back, ligament loosening around the tail, a pretty solid udder, and hollowed out sides as the kid dropped into position, so I had a feeling she wasn’t going to wait until the next morning.
I was in the pen with her on and off, and then around 2 pm came home to work for a bit. At 5 pm I was on the phone with my mom and I told her I had to go, because I thought Pasqualina was getting ready. I just felt it.
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I arrived at the pen. Within a half hour, her contractions started. In fact, at 5:10 I filmed a video of the other two kids playing (you’ll see it soon!), and by 6 p.m. we had another one.
Pasqualina started by laying down and getting up a few times (another telltale sign that labor is beginning). At one point she was on the ground, and started kicking and kind of flailing, so I went in the pen and sat in the corner on a stone we have in there for such purposes. She came right over, plopped down next to me, and rested her head on my lap. I pet her for a minute or so, and then a contraction came.
She shot up and walked around a bit so I took the opportunity to go get my camera from outside the pen. As I unzipped the case and removed it, she wailed in my direction, so I hurried up and assured her I was coming; she wailed again at me as she flopped down next to the rock, head where my lap should be, obviously.
I took my place next to her.
I was stroking her head and neck as she got some more nasty contractions, some for which she threw back her head and just screamed. So scary to see your baby do that! But from reading all the stuff I’ve read, I knew that was normal, so I just took some deep breaths and hoped she’d hurry before my Zen wore off.
At this point, she hadn’t passed her water. Paolo had gone off somewhere before she started doing all this, but was coming right back…I could only hope within the next 15 minutes, because as it turned out, that was all this was going to take.
Paolo’s friend was there, though, and he has some goat-birthing experience, so that was good; he was standing outside the pen as he’s definitely more of a hands-off guy (generally that’s the method here), and in fact, said at one point that it’s best to leave her alone, but I was having none of that. My baby wanted me there with her, and I knew that. No doubt in my mind.
After a particularly loud wail, I went around to the other side of her to see what was happening and there was just a small bit of yellowish white mucus there, much like she had had in the morning. With the next contraction and wail, I saw the beginning of something.
At this point I was expecting the red bubble they talk about, behind which you’ll see the amniotic sac. Well, she was laying on her side (what I’ve found out is the “diving position”), so I wasn’t going to see all that much anyway, but this bubble was definitely not red. It was yellowish brown and it BURST with the next contraction. I was fast enough to get out of the way, thank goodness, because that was pretty nasty.
Aaaaah…she relaxed for a bit. I walked around to her head, petted her some, offered her some water (no thanks), and within a minute or two, she was ready to push. Just as she was giving her first groaning push, Paolo arrived. Phew.
Out came the tip of a foot, hoof down. Looking good so far. Kids should be born with two feet first and the head, so at least I knew the kid was facing the right way as the hoof was toward the ground. Phew again. I took some photos.
After another couple pushes, the next foot peeked out. To be honest, it looked a lot like a nose to me, but what did I know? Upon closer inspection, second foot indeed.
Now we had two feet showing at their tips, so we’re waiting on the head. She gave a couple good pushes, and out came about half of the head. Immediately it was moving around, twitching the nose, etc., amniotic sac already broken, but still gooey all over the face, of course.
Now, let’s be clear here. Although I knew I’d be in the pen for the birth, I was completely convinced that I would just let her do her thing unless she needed me. But as soon as I saw that little head, I reached in and cleaned out the mouth and swiped around the nose a bit to expel some goo.
As I moved around to the front of her and gave her some encouraging words, Pasqualina gave a couple half-hearted pushes. She just looked so tired and the kid barely seemed to move with those pushes. So I decided that with the next contraction, I’d give her a hand, two even. OK, camera down. Time to get to work.
I got behind her, grasped the kid’s legs tightly (what a slippery little sucker!) and waited for the next wave, which came within seconds. I pulled when she gave a good hard push so that the kid was halfway out then, its little face making all kinds of adorable movements as I continued to scoop out the goop. With the next push, we got her all the way out (she was so snuggly warm!) and Pasqualina stretched to lick her immediately. I positioned the kid up a little closer to P’s face, being careful not to damage the umbilical cord, and the bonding began.
From the time she was out, the little thing was flailing around with those spaghetti legs, looking for Mamma’s licks. So aware and lively and already curious! It took a bit for the umbilical cord to snap, but when it did, it did so really well, so this one looks to have the right amount of cord there instead of a long, hanging bit.
Pasqualina’s afterbirth was already coming out behind her, and indeed, she ended up passing the placenta entirely as she walked around within a couple hours (as is normal). She had some fresh blood and goo coming out after the placenta passed, but all that stopped by 11 p.m. when we checked on her for the last time last night; she and her kid were huddled together sleeping. By that time, Pasqualina had already eaten a bit of hay and several lemon tree leaves that she loves so much, freshly picked by Paolo.
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Not too long after that, the kid squatted to pee, so I was able to announce, “E’ femminuccia!” It’s a girl, which is great news for us because we really wanted to keep another girl for milk and Pasqualina’s breed is the best of the three for milking purposes.
This morning Pasqualina had a little bleeding and passed some more afterbirth type stuff, which they say is entirely normal. She’s eating and drinking and is a very attentive mom–as are all the girls.
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In all my reading about goat births (and I’ve been doing a lot in the past few months), everything says, your instincts will kick in. You’ll know what to do.
Spot on.
If someone had told me I’d *have* to step in and do what I did, I’m sure I would’ve been nervous and anxious and all the rest. But as soon as I saw her struggle in the slightest, there was no hesitation, no fear, and no being grossed out. It’s hard to put into words how wonderful this experience has been.
What an incredible honor that they’ve let me be a part of this, especially this little darling, who decided to come while we were around. Mwaaaaah!
(And yes, those are “goat berries” on the ground around her.)
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P.S. I do apologize if certain things are too graphic/lengthy for some, but I’m recording as many details as I can remember for future reference; they say does often deliver similarly, so by keeping track of this now, it will be easier to spot any abnormalities in the future. I have lots more to say about Margherita and Carmelina…and of course, about the kids’ names, so thanks for staying with us!
The Buck Who Started It All
Back in October, I blogged about the girls’ favorite buck over at Bleeding Espresso, but for anyone who missed it, or just for a quick reminder, here he is:
I jokingly refer to him as “Godot” because the girls seemed to be waiting for him.
Handsome devil, isn’t he? You can’t really tell from the photos, but he has the cutest little tuft of curled blond hair on the top of his head. He’s really sweet and gentle too. It took him about a week to warm up to me, and after that he *loved* petties, especially under his chin. I don’t think he got much of those at home as his herder had 100 or so goats at the time.
He was in the pen with the girls for about six weeks total, and they seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. I left for the U.S. before Godot left us, so I didn’t have to see him go, which is good because it would have been sad for me; it’s amazing how quickly you can become attached to an adorable animal!
I did get to see Godot again recently when he was wandering around near our garden with his herd. He didn’t come up and say hello though. Too busy cleaning the hillside I suppose.
Anyway, that’s Godot. No news yet on Pasqualina’s end (no pun intended),* but be sure to keep an eye on this space! Other mums and babies are doing well.
*EDITED: Just got back from the pen and Pasqualina has the whitish discharge that signals something’s coming; Carmelina and Margherita both delivered within 24 hours after we saw their discharge. Also, Pasqualina’s sides are hollowing out and her tummy is dropping…it should be soon!
Another New Arrival via Carmelina
This morning it was my turn to find a kid waiting for me when I went to check on the girls. Carmelina had a little something like this hovering around her at 7 a.m.:
She must have delivered about an hour before that because this kid was pretty dry by the time I happened upon the scene.
This one’s coloring is so interesting–brownish but without the red tones that both the mother and father have. I wonder if it will change? Mother and kid are doing fine and, of course, bonding.
The coloring of yesterday’s kid, by the way, was also a huge surprise. Sure, Margherita has some black undertones, but dad is a reddish-brown and white, so we weren’t expecting a stark black and white kid. In case you wondered, yesterday’s kid is still doing fine — and we now know he’s a he:
As for Pasqualina? Well she’s just chillaxing until her time comes…will it be later today, overnight, or weeks from now?
Stay tuned!
Margherita Goes First: We Have a Kid!
I checked on the girls this morning at 7:30 a.m. All three came up to the fence, let me scratch their heads, and then went off and nibbled on some hay.
But a crafty goat by the name of Margherita had this waiting for Paolo when he showed up at the pen around 8:45:
To be fair, Margherita did have the telltale whitish mucus yesterday, but really? Nothing about an hour before delivery? You go girl.
Mom and kid are both doing fine and bonding.
More details and photos forthcoming…probably more than you ever wanted.
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