Since it was the first time I helped, and had never seen it done, she told me exactly what to do and how to do it...and she encouraged me by saying that I did very well. Nevertheless, it was much, much more different than anything else, that I've helped her with.
I was the one stressed, not the goats, and not the goater...who laughed--kindly--at me. I was most concerned with hurting the baby goats than anything else.
It all finished well, even, holding each one of them in my arms while she gave them their tetanus shots.
Another Momma and two kids...in the back is the goat's 'igloo'
And Papa...his name is Snickers...such a gentle, gentle buck...relaxing and eating his alfalfa hay.
He produces very gentle offspring.
I'll leave you with this:
"Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy." I Peter 1:16
In His hands, ^__^