Friday, May 16, 2014

Literature Fair ~A Home Education Post

This morning we attended a small homeschool literature fair at the Public Safety Building in Hampden, put on & hosted by two homeschooling moms.  I met them a few years ago through Tony's science classes.

To be honest, it was so nice to attend something where all I had to do was show up & enjoy!!

This was a small group - 9 students, ranging from about ages 8-12.  The moms prepared book-themed snacks, which were just so cute!





Each student had an opportunity to present his/her project.  Since they are few in number, I will share them here!

1.  Micah loves Swiss Family Robinson, so this was his favorite project.  The student explained all about the island and what they found & did there.


2.  This student presented The Penderwicks in such a way that I think I would enjoy these books a lot!


She also showed us some, (oh dear, what is it called?), shuttle tatting, I think!  


3.  3 Siblings did an amazing project.  They made a game with trivia questions based on 45 different books.  Very impressive!




4.  Next was Micah!  He chose his project based on a book about Genghis Khan from the Wicked History series.  He built a yurt/ger and set his Playmobil up.  He prepared a short oral report and had practiced it well.  I'm pleased with how he did!





5.  I'm very pleased with Noelle's choice of Charlie Bones.  She chose this because it 'opened the door' to fantasy literature for her, a genre she now adores!  She feels this book led her to many other good reads.  For a book report Noelle wrote an interview with a character, Olivia, (therefore she wore a purple cape & wig in order to dress up like Olivia.)  A friend read the questions and Noelle answered as Olivia, giving us some insight into the book & characters of Charlie Bones.  Noelle's hope is that some of the other kids would be inspired to read more fantasy too!








6.  Harry is in the Penobscot Dramatic Academy's production of Alice in Wonderland this weekend, so that is the book he chose.  He showed us a UMaine group singing 'Jabberwocky.'  


7.  Mayan chose Diary of a Wimpy Kid for her project.  It was cute to see her, before the 'fair' began, sitting & enjoying one of the books in that series!


We ate the cute & yummy food, had some time for fellowship & 'the boys' checked out the fire engine, conveniently located in the building!  Also, one of the dads is a paramedic with the Hamdpen Fire Department, so he was able to show us around.  I didn't know if Micah would be interested, at his age.  But he enjoyed it as well as the social time!





My cousin, Hannah, was with us.  She has met one of the students before & they write letters back and forth, so it was good for them to see each other again!  We really just had a lovely time & as I said, I enjoyed my lack of responsibility!  As always I appreciate the diversity that homeschooling families bring!  Although I think with any group of students you would see similiar traits as far as these types of projects are concerned.













Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Blessing of Motherhood ~a parenting post

"I thought my mom's whole purpose was to be my mom.  That's how she made me feel."
-Natasha Gregson Wagner

"You give up your self, and finally you don't even mind.  I wouldn't have missed this for anything.  It humbled my ego and stretched my soul.  It gave me whatever crumbs of wisdom I possess today."  -Erica Jong

"There are so many disciplines in being a parent besides the obvious ones like getting up in the night & putting up with the noise during the day.  And almost the hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection and not a fountain, to show them we love them, not when we feel like it, but when they do."  -Nan Fairbrother

"For the mother is and must be, whether she knows it or not, the greatest, strongest, and most lasting teacher her children have."  -Hannah Whitall Smith


"The walks & talks we have with our two-year-olds in red boots have a great deal to do with the values they will cherish as adults." -Edith F. Hunter
(that one is one of my favorites!!!)

Mother's Day.
I do always think on this day about the women who, for a variety of reasons, have empty arms & aching hearts.  

However, I am a mother & the blessing of motherhood can absolutely be celebrated.

I am thankful for my mom.  She did not consider it a loss to 'just' be our mother.  The hard work, the weeks of camp paid for, the mornings of Keys for Kids or a Psalm were not wasted.  She continues to be a major support to me!  (Love you, Marmee!)

God has given me these two children.  Noelle Patricia & Micah Sean.  

It hasn't been exactly as I thought it would be, (but whatever IS?).  I never, ever, ever dreamed that I would be a single mom to them.  Just as strongly, I never, ever, ever dreamed that there would 'only' be two!  I knew since childhood that I wanted about seven children!  This still pains my heart but I do not have far to look to count my blessings!

So, with respect to those with empty arms, I have this earthly joy:

To my Noelle & to my Micah:

This journey of mothering you has been the joy of my life.  
I would not trade this journey for any other thing.  Every tear cried, every Cheerio dropped, every poopy diaper changed, every PT appointment, every discipline & punishment doled out, you are more than worth it.  

I praise our Lord for entrusting me to be your mother.  The edification process has been like no other & I can only imagine that we are just getting started!!  Kind of like Marilla Cuthbert, I feel like, "He knew I needed you!"  

As I have told you so many times, "You can never be so good that I will love you more & you can never be so 'bad' that I will love you less.  I just love you."  

I had a good example, but this is also all that I ever wanted.  To be your mom.  I basically marinated in that first pregnancy, looking forward to the day of birth.  Reading book upon book & storing up the knowledge I would need to raise a baby.  I was made to do this.  

In spite of the unexpected difficulties, it has been everything I could have hoped it to be.  And the journey isn't over yet!  I truly mean it when I say that I can imagine no other way I would rather have spent my time, my money, my life ~than with you & for you!
Late nights prepping for parties & picnics in the yard & literally hundreds of conversations in the van.  

I hold you with an open hand.  It is my hope and prayer that I can be an encouragement to provide growth.  May your talents and natural bents grow under a non-judgemental nourishment.  May you listen to advice & accept instruction so that you will be wise.  I discipline you because I love you.  May you grow in wisdom & in stature & in favor, with God and men.  May you know- always - that no matter what, I will always love you & always look for the best in you & will always, always, always be blessed, just because I am your mom.




Thursday, April 24, 2014

Blech to the Milking! -a farming post!

Today marks 56 milkings so far.
A teeny start.
Can't say I'm loving it yet!

I want to love it!  
I think it will help when I am receiving the sweet reward for my efforts:  raw milk to drink!

Just when I start to love it something interrupts the ease.  
Today Clara is finally feeling better & eating & drinking & getting on the milk stand without my husband's help & being more cooperative.
Of course, as soon as that happens it's time to put Esme & Nahum, (the kids), in the Goat Shed for the first time which takes a surprising amount of wrangling.  This elongated Clara's 'wait for food' time & did not help her mood at all!  On top of that, a few chickens were wandering around which seemed to distract her, (and not in a good way), and Drake, (my male call duck), was biting my boot while I tried to milk.  

Sure enough, she kicked over the milk pail.
Only the 2nd time, (and no tears this time!), but frustrating!

I was immediately reminded of my dear son.  For his birthday last year he received a balloon animal kit.  He found it frustrating but once he got the hang of it he enjoyed it & used up all his balloons.  In his Easter basket this year he received a big bag of new balloons for making animals.  

Today he tried it and found the frustration level to be quite high.  In fact, I came in the kitchen to find the bag of balloons by the trash can and this sign on top!


I was probably not overly sympathetic to his cries of frustration.  
In time, sure enough, he was at it again & he managed some success.  (Never mind that most of his creation became unraveled later in the evening!)




So- I admit it.
Hand milking twice a day isn't as easy as it looks on paper.  Not as rewarding- YET!  I find myself in the throwing-a-fit position a bit too much.  
It's a good experience when things don't pull together too quickly and we really have to work for them.  Helps us appreciate it more in the end!  
I shall keep plugging away!!


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

An Ode to My Boy - A Parenting Post

Hey World:  Don't Crush My Boy.
Hey You:  Don't compare him to his sister.
Hey You:  Don't decide that athletic boys are more valuable.  Boys who have neat handwriting.  Boys who tire of Legos & The Hobbit & Star Wars.

Because what I have,
what he has... is MAGICAL.

It's magical to know what you like.  And to know what you don't like.  And to not base what you like on those around you.  To be YOU.

Once upon a time, a middle-school student of mine told me that he didn't have anything to offer.  Somehow he had heard the message that only those who were musical or good students mattered to the whole.  That could be my boy.

When I hear that a grown man who so many people love is discouraged from writing down something because his written-down something won't look like much compared to the written-down somethings of others who are more talented in that way, I think, that could be my boy.  

Who writes these rules that say that boys don't dance or boys play sports or 10-year olds don't play with toys anymore?  They are not real rules & don't you dare tell my boy that they are.

Hey World.  Hey You.  Don't crush my boy's spirit.  
It is a GIFT to be who you were created to be, and not what someone else thinks you should be.  To be yourself & not a dim reflection of your peers.


I believe in pushing him outside of the comfortable areas.  I believe in striving for excellence.
Of course we are working on handwriting.
Of course we try sports.  Soccer.  T-ball.  Skiing.  Wrestling.  
Of course we care about character and right & wrong.

But right & wrong has nothing to do with how long my boy's hair is.  Or whether or not he likes to wear camouflage.  

I believe in making him try new things.  But I also believe in listening when the new things have been tried and there is absolutely zero desire for them.  And if they are not the Important Things, if they are not about being a Child of God & being Loving & Kind, then they do not matter.  

Don't break that innocence.  Don't poke holes in his self-image.  Don't talk to him about college when he is only 10.  We shall see what the future holds.

Let me tell you a sampling of what my boy has to offer:
He is loving & he is sensitive & he asks me every morning how I slept.  He is nurturing and he is funnier & more witty than 10 of me put together.  He is so utterly aware of everything- spatially, what is in the fridge, what others are doing & feeling, how things fit together.  He loves learning about guns & WWII.  He likes reading about Genghis Khan.  He likes Legos & Playmobil & digging holes in the yard & snuggling with animals.  He likes salads & pureed vegetable soups. He is well-liked by his peers and friends.  He loves to read and he is good at math.  He prefers time with one friend at a time, rather than a whole group.  But when he is with a whole group he has a great time.  I rely on him to know how things run around here - to play a DVD or to find something in the shop or to go meet the UPS man at the door.  He adores little children & loves to play with them.  

I'm not going to list all the things he is not because there are so many things that he is.  
He is an adored son & brother & grandson & friend & cousin.
He is a Child of God.
He is loved, just as he is.
He is learning who he is.  

Hey World.  Hey You.  Let him learn who he is.  If your ideas are not about character, are not about right & wrong, don't press them down on him.  Don't weigh him down with expectations that he will never meet because he is off in another arena exceeding all expectations.  








Sunday, March 30, 2014

Wanted: A Do-Over Day! ~A Wendy post & a farming post

Tonight as I walked into the piano room from outside, crying the 'ugly cry' - deep sobs, snot & all, I was able to compose myself enough to answer my children's cries of 'What's wrong?'  Micah then replied, "Well, you know what they say, Mom.  
'There's no use crying over spilled milk!'

15 hours earlier:
I awake at 5:30 a.m. feeling terrible.  Migraine.  Upset stomach.  I shower with my eyes closed because my head hurts so much.  I see that it is still dark.  Ugh.  Are people really up at this hour?  I milk & go back to bed, skipping church in order to sleep and hopefully feel better.

7 hours earlier:
Kevin accidentally spills my much-anticipated & longed-for Sunday Dunkin Donuts community coffee.  First-world problem for sure, but I had a very low threshold at this point!  I begin a hard afternoon with the kids.

3 hours earlier:
I had plans to work tonight & really needed to schedule-wise & that didn't work out.  I ended up kind-of running around trying to fix the problem I encountered, but to no avail.  Small problem, just at the end of a long day.

1 hour earlier:
I arrive home a little later than I would have liked to, anxious to feed the goat kids, feed the people kids, milk Clara & get everyone to bed!  I asked the people kids to feed the goat kids and I headed down to milk.  It was dark.  It was raining.  It was chilly.  

I fed Katahdin & got Clara by the milkstand.  She knows what to do already and she jumped on the stand.  

Unfortunately the milkstand was slippery and Clara jumped on and before I could do anything she slipped right back off again, on the side.  I should have foreseen this and put down some kind-of traction, and we will indeed do that now.  I don't think Clara was hurt but it scared her a lot.  I tried everything I could think of for 30 minutes to get her on that stand.  The tears started falling a bit at this time!  I just couldn't get her to get on it.  

I decided to lead her up to the porch and milk her there.  She stood still while she had food in front of her, but after that it was milking a moving animal.  Without the milking stand to keep her in place it was very  difficult to milk her, a task I am already struggling with.

My one consolation as I was milking was that I already had enough for the kids' midnight feeding so this would all be extra.  For us.  To drink.  Kind-of worth the struggle tonight and the cold and dark and wet.  And the dirty, now that I was milking on the porch floor.

As you can guess, just when I was nearly done and had nearly a quart - Clara knocked my pail over!!  Ahhhhhhh!  Ridiculous or not I started my ugly cry which continued for quite some time after I was done milking!  A few more squirts.  I stripped the teats.  Applied the iodine and that is the moment when we began our story and I walked through the door with my ugly cry... 

I called my husband, still ugly-crying away, hoping he was almost home!

We still needed to give booster shots to Clara & Katahdin today and I am so thankful that all I had to do was hold them and Kevin administered the shots.



One Hour Later:
I am showered and warm and I can smile knowing that tomorrow is a new day!  And I have consoled myself with what was left in my milkpail - about 6 oz. of delicious, raw milk.


'There's no use crying over spilled milk.'

Saturday, March 29, 2014

The Long-Awaited Birth! Clara has 2 kids! ~A Farming Post

My hope with this post is to delight those who are interested and to give some very basic information to those who are curious.  I also hope to answer some questions I have been asked in the past few days.  If you are interested in reading about the breeding, you can find that here: http://carmelhillbillies.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-breeding-of-goat-farming-post.html

I am pretty sure that in order to be a homeschooler you have to own goats.  Right?
Or chickens.
Or bake all your own bread.  Or is that grind your own grain?

I have previously established that I have never been a 'horse person'.  That is the term I use to cover anyone I grew up with who had large mammals and seemed to enjoy them!  I was not drawn to this lifestyle and frankly I did not pay a lot of attention to it.

Last week my brother Nate teased me and mentioned that he wondered if I had ever even spent any time in the barn!  There were two main 'barns' in our childhood.  One was my Grampie Sjoberg's barn & one was my Great Uncle Glenn's barn.  I answered Nate that I had witnessed a calf being born down at the Duff Farm, even though I don't remember a lot about it.  I spent time with Grampie while he milked his cows & fed the horse.  I even remember pigs being there once.  I spent time in the hay mow.  Of course we got all our milk from the Duff Farm growing up, so sometimes I just spent time in the stainless steel room while Dad grabbed some milk.

I'm pretty sure those who have known me for a long time think that I have lost it.
And I have.
Just not necessarily about my goaties!

So here I sit with muddy, blood-dried knees & a milk-crusted shirt that I am just now realizing I have had on inside-out for the entire day.

Continuing on...

Due Date:  I knew the date we bred Clara, so I counted ahead 150 days and that is how I got her due date of 3/27/14, which is the exact date she ended up having her kids!  Does can kid between 145-155 days.

(The buck we used.)

Pregnancy:  I was unsure of pregnancy for a very long time.  The first seeds of doubt came when about 3 weeks after she was bred, (the next estrus cycle if she was not pregnant), she became loud & showed signs of estrus.  Obviously she was not in estrus or she would not have kidded this week!
  I read & read my goat books and remained unsure!  Eventually though, she started developing an udder.  As a first time freshener, this was a sign I felt very comfortable was a true sign of pregnancy.  Also, last winter she lost a little weight due to the lack of forage that she usually eats.  This winter she gained weight.

On Day 145 of Clara's pregnancy I cleaned out her stall & laid down some lime & then some fresh straw.  We were ready.
Kinda.
Except for the anxiety I felt in the pit of my stomach, unsure of exactly what to do with Clara if she needed help.  Unsure of exactly what to do with the kids if they needed help.  It didn't help matters that this is one of the coldest Marches on record and I did not want to walk in the Goat Shed in the wee hours of the morning to find kids that were too-cold and had died, something that has happened to a few people I know.  Plus, I have had the experience of having a very sick goatie and I want to avoid soemthing like that ever happening again!!  I found it a little bit paralyzing and I wore a path back and forth to the Shed, checking on Clara.
More specifically checking her 'nether region' for mucus.  Checking her spine for loosening
ligaments.


In the weeks previous to this I've been gathering my supplies, all the while frantically reading goat books and online articles about what to expect during kidding.
Did I really need to buy a calf puller?  
Let's hope not because I didn't!
I bought nipples & iodine & gloves & rubbing alcohol, just in case.  I bought a milkpail & gentle cleaner for the udder & collected & cleaned some old towels.  We vaccinated Clara & Katahdin, (our two does), and purchased vaccinations to give any kids that would come.

Noelle wanted to be woken up for kidding.  Micah did not!  Noelle asked me if she could name a kid.  Now that was hard to give up!  I gave in and she did indeed name our girl, (doeling):  Esmeralda, Esme for short.  Our buckling is not going to stay with us, but Micah named him Nahum anyway.

I literally prayed that kidding would come.

Day 149 and in the morning I see this glorious drip of mucus.
There had been some mucus before but I really thought that Day 149 would be the day.
But... it wasn't.

Day 149:  11 p.m. - Kevin checks and the report is 'nothing.'
Day 150:  5 a.m.- Nothing.

I was actually not feeling 100% and I fell back asleep at 7 a.m. and woke up again at 9:00.  Checked her again.  Nothing.

I am SO thankful that I went down again around 10:00-10:30ish.  The first thing I saw was the mucus plug in the straw!  WOW!  Then I saw two little hooves poking out!  I am so thankful that the timing was right.  I was home all day & not working.  The family we got Clara & Katahdin from haven't had the chance to see any of their births.  They always have come to the barn to find kids!
I very excitedly ran up toward the house shouting, "It's happening!  It's happening!"  
The boy who hadn't wanted to see the birth excitedly pulled on boots and coat, as did Noelle & as did Kevin!  I grabbed my clean towels and some other supplies.  We brought a few porch chairs in.  My doe, Clara, has a great temperament.  But I didn't want to scare her, so we talked in quiet tones.  Poor Katahdin, (our other doe), was expelled from our goat shed and wasn't too happy about it.  She was right outside the door, very curious about what was going on inside!


I've watched enough Youtube videos of goats giving birth at this point, (yeah.  seriously.), to know that Clara was considerably quieter than many goats are while having contractions & giving birth.  Really, moments after we arrived in the Goat Shed, Clara was giving birth.


This is the best presentation.  Front hooves & head first.  


There are different schools of thought about nearly everything in life, aren't there?  Co-sleeping with your baby or separate rooms?  Homeschooling, public school, or Christian school?  GMO-free food?  Free trade chocolate?  Lots of choices and many are not right/wrong ones.  The list goes on and on.  So it is with these matters as well.  As I mentioned, I did a lot of reading leading up to this birth and watched a lot of disgusting videos that made me want to vomit.  

Some goat owners start pulling on & helping the kid out as soon as it starts coming out.  Some goats give birth lying down, some standing up.  I decided ahead of time that if I wasn't needed to assist the birth than I wasn't going to help with the pulling and I would let nature take it's course.  Much like what reassured me when I was pregnant, goats, (in my case- women!) have been having babies for thousands of years.  It's all probably going to be okay!

It does not hurt the baby to fall at birth.  I was worried that Clara would step on her, but she was pretty aware of where she was.  Of course the question of the moment was 'Girl or Boy?' but we didn't want to disturb the natural process very much so we didn't immediately look to see.


If the kid isn't breathing at birth you do need to rub it down and wipe the mucus from it's nose and mouth.  This kid, (later to be named Esme), was breathing just fine.  I did wipe her down a bit, but Clara nearly immediately turned to her and started licking.  That is one of the reasons why you put down straw and not shavings.  Shavings are easier for the goat to ingest.  

Several times during this process it was very cool to see the natural instincts that God gave animals.

I had instructions as to how to cut and tie the umbilical cord, if needed.  However it usually breaks on it's own, (as happened with both kids Clara had), or the doe will chew through it.


Goats typically have 2 babies, although some of my books say 2-4 are the normal.  We didn't know what to expect or how closely they would come.  However, it wasn't long at all until it was clear Clara was having contractions.  Being my first time, I wasn't sure if this would be the placenta coming or another baby.  Her rear was away from me, so I moved into another stall and stood on a chair to see what was happening.  Pretty soon we saw hooves again.


You can really see what the mucus plug looks like here, once it is out.  The 'bubble' I didn't get to see with Kid #1, and this one wasn't as big and pronounced as I thought it would be.

Kid #2 presented in the second best way - back hooves first, then butt.  Any other presentation but the two we experienced often will need a little intervention - something I am very glad I didn't have to do.


Again, a little towel drying and some licking off by Clara.  By this point, Kid #1 was trying to stand.  




Not sure if there would be more kids, we were on the lookout for that.  Clara had kidded these two so quietly that it was hard to tell if more were coming.

A little more licking...

Nothing else seemed to be coming.  We gave Clara some warm water with molasses.  She earned it!  She hadn't had any feed that morning and she was hungry so we also let her eat at this time.  The change in her appearance was dramatic.  She got bigger with her pregnancy so slowly that I hadn't realized how big she had actually gotten.  She now appears very sunken in on the sides and much, much skinnier!


It wasn't until this point that we checked to see their sex.  First a girl, then a boy!  

It as also at this point that my kids started begging me to keep the boy too!  This is why we had discussed this far, far ahead of time and made arrangements for any boys that would come.  Children are easily swayed by cute little cuddly creatures.  However, that cute, cuddly boy is going to turn into a smelly buck that pees on itself to attract a female!!  If you are familiar with the 'buck smell' you know what I am talking about!  Some people associate buck smell with goat milk and that is why they don't like it.  Or at least why they think they don't like it!  Clara's buckling is too close a relative for us to use for breeding, even if I wanted to keep a buck.  We knew beforehand that we would not be keeping any males and I had arranged for a place for them.

It is very important that colostrum gets in baby mammals ASAP.  Some of my books said 20 minutes and some said within an hour.  After feeding Clara her molasses water I tried milking her.  I don't have a lot of experience milking goats - just milking 2 goats a few times each.  However, even a newbie like me knows when nothing is coming out!  To stimulate things, I put Esme down to nurse.  That's what she wanted to do anyway!



She didn't really get anything but she was able to stimulate the let down of the milk.  I then milked Clara, what I could get anyway.  Colostrum is indeed a sticky, sticky substance!!  

They each really only got a minimal amount in them.  I saved what I had milked out and focused on keeping an eye on Clara & the babies and dipped the umbilical cords in iodine.  It has really surprised me how quickly they have shriveled up!  Incredible!  We took time for some more snuggles too!  

It is very important that the doe passes her placenta within 12 hours at the most.  I checked on Clara frequently.  After about 6 hours she did indeed pass it.  Most does will eat the placenta and some owners will let this happen and some won't.  I had decided, after reading about it, to let her eat at least some of it, if she wanted to.  However, she did not even attempt to.  Our dog, however, certainly wanted it!!  







Even in the coldest of winter it is usually okay to keep little goaties out in the barn.  They are, after all, farm animals!!  Most of my books suggested a 'goat box', which is basically a smaller area with blankets so that they can stay warm.  Some say tha once you bring them in, which most can't resist doing, you should keep them in.  Some say it doesn't matter.  Again, many choices.  I chose to bring them in.  We have a 'shop' which is where Kevin works.  He has enjoyed having them around and watching them!  It's a good place for Piper, our dog, to get used to them.  Some people won't have dogs around goats and I'm sure this is often a poor combination.  However, we've had Clara for almost two years now, we have chickens and ducks and a rabbit.  Piper is quite used to being around other animals.  We have spent a good amount of time snuggling the kids in the shop, but we have also prepared a box with a towel for a snuggly and safe place for them to sleep.






They don't stay in the box the whole time.  Not at all!  The first day they did a lot of learning to walk.  They very much look like Bambi on the ice - trying to get their footing!  The second day they were prancing around.  Goat are very social.  They follow us around the shop and stay very close to each other.




My girl is having a little trouble with one of her back feet.

By the first morning, less than 24 hours after being born, they were pooping out that first blacky tar meconium.  Super sticky!!

I have had many questions about why we didn't keep them with Clara to be dam-raised and why we are choosing to bottle feed.  Again, it's another one of those choices.  There are good goat keepers on both sides.  I will tell you some of the reasons why I decided to bottle feed them:
~We will have much gentler goats, being hand-raised.  Clara and Katahdin were bottle-raised and they are very, very easy to handle.  

The whole reason that we have goats is so that we can enjoy the fresh, raw, glorious & delicious milk that goats can give us!  In order to have that milk, goats need to freshen/have kids every year.  If you leave a kid with a doe, some kids will continue to nurse long after they need the nutrition of their mama's milk.  It's impossible to keep a kid from nursing when she is with her mama.  We plan to wean at about 8 weeks old.  Some kids could nurse off their mama up to a year.  We want that milk for us!

~Contrary to what my daughter feels and what some think, it is not at all damaging Clara, hurting her feelings, for us to take the kids.  I know Clara very well and she is well & happy and adjusting to this new thing called 'milking'!  

These are the main reasons why I chose to remove the kids from Clara and to bottle raise them.  Ask any dairy farmer you may know.  It is very common to remove babies after birth and to bottle feed them!  It's really okay!  Although it certainly is easier in some ways, in the short term!  Milking to put in bottles & washing bottles!  However, in the long term our goal here is milk production and we treat our animals very, very kindly!

In fact, because we are not a 'farm' and Clara is indeed our pet, we have brought the kids to her just to see how she responds.  She licks them some, but doesn't take a lot of interest in them.  I am confident that if they had stayed with her she would have taken care of them though.

I have already mentioned that the kids weren't sucking very well.  I had read about tube feeding but I certainly didn't want to go down that road if I didn't have to!!  I had the correct caprine nipples & I tried and tried to teach them.  I ended up using a vet syringe some because I knew how important it was for them to get the colostrum.

I was unprepared for the bottle feeding to be so difficult.  I had thought it would all come naturally and easily.  Well, it didn't!  At 11:00 p.m. Kevin & I finally had success, after much effort, using an old glass baby bottle that I drank from as a baby!  Even though that nipple is smaller than a teat, the kids could get milk out of it and they just weren't getting any milk out of the nipple I purchased.


Right now I am milking twice a day and feeding the kids four times a day.  They are getting a little over 4 oz. at a feeding and we will be increasing that.  Once they learned to suck well that first night, they are right 'on it' and know exactly what they are doing!  I tried the caprine nipples again this morning, (at almost 48 hours after bith), and they still couldn't quite get it so I used the baby bottle again.  We mostly feed them with them standing on the floor.  It's a more natural stance for them and they are very squirmy on the lap!

I have a lovely double boiler from dear Nancy and I use that to gently warm the milk.  For the feedings that come directly after the milking I just put it right from the milk pail into the bottle.


Goats are ruminents, ('4 stomachs'), but at first only one of its four stomach chambers is functioning.  Because of this a kid digests milk like a puppy or human baby with a one-part stomach.  The bottle needs to be held at a certain angle and the goats head and neck must be in a certain position in order for the milk to go to the right place.  

A little lengthier than I would have liked - but that is our basic experience with the birth of our two kids from our dear Clara!  I will do a future post about milking, but I am so bad at it that at this point I am not qualified to do so!