Callie was due Wednesday. By Thursday the cold front was here and I was sick, and hoping she'd hold off somehow until Sunday afternoon when the weather would be improving a little and hopefully I'd be feeling better.
Last year she bagged up a couple of days before kidding and I had to watch her like a hawk. This time she didn't bag up until kidding day, so that I didn't feel that I needed to check on her during the cold nights. And like clockwork she started laboring late yesterday afternoon, while there was still a little daylight. It was still cold but not as cold as it had been. And I was still sick, but not nearly as sick as I'd been.
Callie's twins are considerably bigger than the triplets born a week ago. One buck, one doe.
I knew I should have gone back out to check them last night, but didn't. The little doeling was laying prone this morning looking half dead. I rubbed her and bottled her, and have brought her into the house.
Her back legs are not strong, probably the reason she did not manage to nurse. The bottom joints are buckling backwards when she tries to stand. I've seen this before and it normally corrects itself in a day or two. But I will need to work with her on it.