For over a week we waited for our poor sweet goat Phyllis to have her babies and each night I would lay with her in the barn while she would try and get comfortable and push slightly and pant. Every time I called in to the vet they would say that if they would come there was really nothing that could be done unless she was really distressed. She wasn't distressed just appeared restless and uncomfortable. The night of June 14th, 2021 Phyllis kept putting her head against the wall of her birthing stall (Sure sign kids are coming soon). Ireland convinced me I was crazy there was a terrible storm and she wanted to go inside and she did not want me staying in the barn. I gave in and went in to bed. It was about 11:30pm. The next morning I went to check on Phyllis before heading to the office and there laying beside her was Gertie the thickest sturdiest little lady you have ever seen. She was already suckling and because she was quite large we assumed there was only one. I yelled for Sam and he came out to help me check out the stall and ensure Phyllis and Gertie were doing well. I received a call from work and stepped outside the bard while Ireland and Sam took a look around the Goat enclosure to ensure the storm hadn't caused any damages. The other goats were all standing around in a circle making noise. Sam ran to them and in the Centre found a soaking wet but very hefty pure white little lass we named Storm. Sam called for me and we instantly began to dry her up and get her warm. Once we set her down she ran right to Phyllis and began to suckle with her sister. Gertie and Storm are doing very well and I guess the moral of the story is that Phyllis will have her babies when she is darn ready to have them. With or without me.