I'm still up at two am because I'm watching my BoerXOberhasli doe, who looks like she's working up to being in labor. I didn't go in to work today because I thought when I did chores this morning that it was going to be soon (I have a very flexible work schedule, only work a couple of days a week, and a very understanding boss

well, he's a big-city guy so I'm not sure he
really understands, but he lets me adjust my work schedule, anyway.)
I've already had a set of quads this year, and this girl is go big I'm afraid she might be carrying quads, too. I hope not, sigh. I'll have to go buy one of those bucket feeders, lamb-bar things, or whatever. Anyway, no mucus yet, she's really bagged up, ligaments down, puffy rear, pawing the bedding in the pen, up, down, up, down, breathing hard every so often -- and then she quits and dozes for a while. Reminds me of when I had my own babies twenty-something odd years ago. Ouch. And she walks funny -- it's not even like a pregnant woman's waddle (she's been doing
that for weeks). She hitches one back leg stiffly forward, then the other, like it's painful to move them. Probably is if there's a baby in the birth canal.
Anyway, I'm going to get a couple of hours of sleep, and hope that my years of blessing hold up -- I've only twice had a doe kid at night, in all the years I've had goats.
Kathleen