Thanks everyone!
It would be horrible to lose a momma goat right after kidding. I’ve lost one to dust pneumonia about 5 weeks after birth, and that was hard enough. She was my prettiest goat, too. Blue roan front, white band middle, solid black butt. I adored her and she kicked it on one of the few weekends I was away.
The expiration date checking might be why some folks complain about formula, perhaps theirs was out of date. I don’t think the stores check it reliably, and goat formula can’t be something in high demand.
As an update, I’ve been kept busy. One side of the doe’s udder was looking hard and angry, and so I had to really ensure she’s been milked out. I think she was producing more than her kids were taking, and for the first day or two I was still working out how to milk her. She’s the polar opposite of the Nubians I had before her, which had big, or in one instance giant, teats. Then it’s been years since I’ve hand milked and I had muscle fatigue.
This doe milks kind of funny, in the flow. It’s this steady stream that doesn’t seem to slow down until it’s just done. And then five minutes later, her kids are nursing again and wagging tails so I still think they’re somehow getting more? Unless they’re just happy to be going through the motions.
About the same time I got decent at milking her, one of the Unloved (which is what my brother started calling the two kids which aren’t hers) began to take advantage of the milking situation. That doeling now chases down the doe, and I think the doe both isn’t THAT fussed and is a like confused which kids are hers, so at least one Unloved kid is getting milk on her own. The other Unloved doeling seems a bit scared.
My ultimate goal is to get both Unloved to nurse and take directly from the doe. It’ll help out even if it isn’t enough for them.
I found my old milking stand; it’s not fared well, so I need to see what I can do to make another one. I’m not super keen on woodworking only because the lumber prices are something to marvel at. I’ll see what I can find in the junk yard. There’s some cattle stuff and lots of metal bits. I think there might be something made for sheep in there but goodness knows if I can find it!
The kids meanwhile are happy. This morning I came to feed the bottle babies, and the momma goat looked out of the goat house, saw me, went back in, and butted out the two kids I needed. In retrospect she’s done this before, but I thought she was being mean, and now I think she just knows I want those two kids. I think this Toggenberg/Alpine doe is the smartest goat I’ve had yet.