BIRTHING

It was a cold and windy morning as I made my way over to the Rock. King Puck was looking down the cliffs. I was missing a foxy coloured and white nanny, that I called Sarah. I knew she was about to give birth soon and wondered where she was. I searched in the small coves of the Rock, where there was shelter, but there was no sign of her. Then I went back to where I saw King Puck standing and there she was, grazing down the cliffs. On either side of her not far away, were two male yearlings.

I learned throughout the following days and weeks that whenever a nanny went down the cliffs to have their kids, King Puck always sent down two male yearlings to accompany them.  This was to protect the nanny at a vulnerable time against predators.

Their intelligence and caring attitude to one another amazed me.

Sarah had one kid, a little female who was the image of herself. She stayed down the cliff, nursing her kid for two weeks and then brought her up when she was strong enough, to introduce her to the herd.
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Sarah was a 'direct line, true to type' nanny of the Bilberry Goat Herd.