Meet "FiddleSong Bond"
Little Bond was born early Friday morning, April 6. Here is her mother Honey's story:
Honey was on the for sale list last summer.
I had a few calls, but nobody was interested in a doe with horns. Honey is a bully, which means she is a doe with more goat status than the others~high on the "butting order." AND she has some wicked sharp horns. In her defense, she never offered to butt me or Rick, just the other goats. I didn't want her. When Honey came into season in the fall, I had my buck Fiddler breed her, thinking maybe I could sell her as a bred doe, or as a fresh doe after kidding. But I was really busy, and didn't get around to listing her for sale again.
As Honey's kidding date grew nearer, she started developing a nice udder. I thought she should kid around April 15th, so imagine how surprised I was when Rick rushed in early Friday saying "You have babies in the barn!" AHHHH!
Little Bond was the first kid born and the largest. She was wet, but looked alert, so I turned my attention to Honey. Honey must have worked a long time to have her first kid, because her second kid, a buckling, was born dead. I HATE to lose a kid! Honey started pushing again, and I watched as she delivered a little brown doe. The poor little thing was barely alive, and although I rubbed her and worked to get her going, I think she had breathed fluid. She never gained any strength and died in about an hour.
The hardest lesson to learn on the farm: sometimes little ones aren't supposed to live.
Mother Nature chooses.
I was so sad. I was feeling like a total failure. Why was I doing this? Maybe I would not breed any more does. Maybe I would sell them all except a couple of favorites.
Then the unexpected happened. As I sat in the fresh, clean straw, rubbing the tiny doeling Bond dry, Honey stood near me, her sharp horns six inches from my face. She talked to and licked her baby, and gazed up into my eyes as if to say,
"Isn't she just gorgeous, Ma?"
Honey turns out to be an exceptional doe. She is an attentive and loving mother, she is trusting and easy to handle. She stands like a statue when milked. I couldn't ask for more.
"Honey milk" at FiddleSong Farm....all is well :)