So, today I was going to finish the grand rabbit hutch, but my plans were changed for me while I was milking this morning. Right in the middle of milking my third doe the bucks started going crazy down by Ellie’s pen. She’s our alpine doe, and I have been watching for impending labor. I was up all night last night thinking she was ready, but had given up by milking time.
Well, I finished milking Cinnamon and went to check on Ellie, and sure enough she was having contractions and there was the whitish-clear-amber fluid. I ran back to the milk parlor and milked my last two does (who just so happened to be the slightly kicky first fresheners) faster than ever before. I ran the milk to the house and filtered it as quickly as possible, grabbed my birthing kit, and ran back to the barn. Then I sat for two hours as Ellie worked to get the kids in the right position and try to push the first kid out.
Her first was a huge buck that I had to pull, the second, a doe, was born easily. I thought everything was good and was getting ready to start on the hutch for our new rabbits, but when I went to check on the mother and kids I found the buck hardly breathing and looking dead. It turned out he had fluid in his lungs, so I spent the next hour trying to get it out. He seems to be doing well now, but the day is pretty much gone. At least I didn’t have the opportunity to smash my thumb again!