Beth gave birth to a lovely elf-eared doeling tonight. The baby was stuck though... both her front legs were hooked and I didn't get there in time to help. I was just finishing up milking when I heard her yell. There's not much that gets a farmer's attention quicker than the sound of an animal in distress.
The legs slipped out so easily, as soon as I hooked them with my index fingers. It was a senseless death, and no one's fault but my own. Such a pretty baby, and a girl to boot. I cleaned up Beth and milked her out. She has a nice soft milkable udder. I took a quart of colostrum from her and turned her out. Sad night.