I
think trying to predict when kids are going to be born is part
guesswork, part science, and part voodoo. I’ve been checking the
prospective mothers to be and have been stymied. I generally know when
they will give birth (I keep my does in with the buck several days to
ensure that it took), but honestly,
“Goat Baby Alert! Goat Baby Alert!” I woke up to my husband’s shouts.
“Which one?” I asked, but he disappeared and hurried back down to the
barn. Just as I barely finished dressing, he had brought two very wet,
shivering kids with their umbilical cords still dragging into the house.