Mama Molly

a photo story

Molly gave birth to triplet girls!

I don’t have many words this week. Molly gave birth to three beautiful, strong doelings on Tuesday, 150 days after she jumped into the buck pen for an out-of-season rendezvous with an irresistibly stinky Prince, and my days and nights since then have been a fuzzy whirl of sleeplessness and baby goat snuggles in the post-kidding bliss bubble with the most patient, fierce and wonderful mother goat there ever was.

Perhaps I’ll write the story that’s half scribbled in notes between kidding checks some other time but for now, a little late because I’ve had some difficulty uploading, but as promised, photos of fresh newborn baby goats, a story in pictures. (Please excuse the photo quality—they’re just raw snaps taken on my phone through the thick of kidding, but I hope they show the realness of it).

The bulk of the photos are below the paywall to preserve a modicum of Molly’s privacy.

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I could hear little Rosie before I could see her. I’d been waiting all morning while Molly laboured, on my umpteenth walk down check when I heard her, the barely audible meow of a newborn crying for her mother’s care from the goat house. My heart lifted and my step quickened and I almost tripped over my own two feet in my haste to get there.