|Doeling on the left, buckling on the right|
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sunday morning, in the midst of trying to save two of Coco's boys that were trying to starve themselves to death (click here, if you missed that post), I heard a long, low "maaaaaaaa" from Clare's pen. I knew what that meant. "Get the towels," I said to Mike. "I'm so sorry, little dude," I said to the hypothermic, little black kid that I had just placed on a heating pad and covered.
There was a head hanging out when we walked into Clare's pen, and she quickly gave birth to buck-doe twins. Clare is Viola's sister, so these babies are also mini manchas. We dried them off, and in no time, they were struggling to get to their feet and find their first meal. Yes, it really was that easy, and I think I can say that after the last six births, I deserved an easy one! But then I was in the middle of trying to save two of Coco's little bucks, so it's a good thing Clare only required about fifteen minutes of my time.