The Story Of This Baby Pygmy Goat And Its Mom Will Make You Cry
The story begins with an ice storm and a baby pygmy goat. My son D called me on the Friday before the snow came last winter. He was sick with the flu and had my nine month old grandson to care for. His wife had to work because of limited sick time from her time out with bronchitis and strep throat.
D and his wife have a small farm with chickens, a few ducks, and five pygmy goats. The temperature was supposed to be in the teens, but normally these animals are very hearty and when given some shelter can do very well even in very cold weather.
So I packed up everything figuring I would be gone 4 to 5 days. I didn’t have time to get a cat sitter, so my two cats came too. Little did I know that that long week end was going to be one filled with fun, surprises, beauty, sadness, challenges, and triumph.
The Icy Night and Sick Baby Goat
That night it started snowing and sleeting. We awoke to icy snow blanketing the ground. In the morning the large empty tobacco field next door was beautiful and white, but all was frozen. D’s wife went out to check on the animals. I stood at the back door in case she slipped on the icy ground.
A few minutes later I heard her yelling as she ran toward the house, “We need some towels. Tell D to get the space heater!” We gathered around her as she toweled off the two month old kid.
The baby was found her with her mother standing over her, still breathing, but icy and cold.
We eventually warmed up the kid and even got some molasses and water into her. She would bleat occasionally like she was calling her mother. We decided to watch her and keep her warm. D’s wife noticed that the mother goat had vomited, which is very rare for goats (I didn’t know any of this. We all had some information and we looked up what we could and asked for help on Facebook).
During the day the goats were let out of their fenced yard to graze and forage some and get some exercise. The foraging was scarce though and they returned to their pen for the hay and straw later.
Using My Nursing Experience on a Baby Goat
The kid behaved strangely; arching her neck then letting her head fall back on her neck. Sometimes her legs were moving like she was trying to get up. I had seen a dog’s seizure and thought the baby was “paddling” like with a seizure. But warming the baby was our top priority.
Later that afternoon we decided to let the mother goat come in to see what would happen.
The baby happened to bleat as the mother goat got close to the house which made the mother goat gallop toward the baby.
Sadly the baby just lay there and bleated. The mother sniffed at her baby for a few minutes. Then started looking around at her surroundings and walking around. The baby couldn’t stand to nurse and the mother couldn’t help her.
The baby’s mouth remained cold and blue, even though her body was finally warm. This may have been a sign of shock. But the baby began to drool and her condition worsened.
The First Baby Goat Died, and the Rest Began Getting Sick
We all agreed to put the baby out of out of her misery. So we took the mother back out to the pen. I’m sure it was one of the hardest things D’s ever done, but I held the flashlight for him as he mercifully shot the little goat and buried her.
On Sunday the ground was still quite icy but D’s wife went out to check on the goats. The mother goat had died. The two males and one remaining female looked sick and there was puke all over the straw. Goats have four stomachs and ruminate sort of like cows do. Vomiting was a bad sign.
We were pretty much iced in so we couldn’t go anywhere. But between the three of us, we reasoned that if we gave them some vitamins and antibiotics, maybe it would help. We had nothing else to try. There was some of each which I squirted in the last three goats’ mouths while D’s wife held their jaws open.
Using Social Media to Help the Goats
We continued our research on Google and reached out on Facebook for anyone with experience with goats. To make a long story short with the help of two different Facebook friends we figured out what had happened.
The goats had eaten the only leaves available due to the icy ground. The leaves were on an azalea bush at the corner of the house. Azalea leaves, as well as rhododendron leaves are toxic to goats as well as to deer and other creatures. A very small amount can kill them. I went out and found the bush’s leaves and saw where they had been nibbled on.
I think that the goats may have managed to vomit most of the toxic leaves out somehow. After raking up the soiled straw, we gave them fresh water and straw that Sunday along with some oatmeal mixed with molasses. They all seemed to have perked up some the next day, Monday. But the youngest male goat shook his head a lot, which was a potential sign for neurological damage or behavior from the toxins.
Tuesday I left to return home since the roads had cleared. D’s wife told me all of the remaining goats were doing great! I was glad for all my years of experience as a human nurse was able to help with caring for goats who survived, and easing the transition for the little baby and mom who passed away.