And unfortunately, does not end well. (If you are at all squeamish, probably best not to read this post. I am going to be honest about what transpired, and it’s more than a little gross).
None of our goats were ready to have their kids this weekend, even though we have begun checking on them at night. The earliest are really due this coming Friday and Saturday, Pippi and Saffron. We noticed yesterday that Battie was bagging up, but that can happen even up to a few weeks before the due date, so I was not worried (Pippi has been bagged up for a couple of weeks already). Battie did seem a little uncomfortable yesterday, but all seemed fine last night.
Early this morning was a different story. She had a dead and decomposing breech buckling halfway delivered, and things were not going well. Needless to say we tried our best to get the rest of the baby out, but with little success. It was obvious that things had been wrong for awhile, but our main goal was to save our Battie.
I ended up calling the vet, and I am very glad that I did. None of us here have the skills that were needed to get the second large buck out of there. In the end, after trying a few different approaches, the vet had to take the baby out in pieces (it was so bloated with gases that she could not pull it as usual). But it saved Battie’s life, and even though she is pretty knocked out right now, with some luck and the antibiotics, Banamine, and a few other goodies, she will recover.
I hate it when a kidding or lambing season starts like this, but maybe it’s better that it happened now. We weren’t busy with anything else, and we could focus all our attention on her. Sweet Battie! Your girl Betsy will have to keep you company this year.