Well, that's a surprise. Celtic went first. I think the breeder switched Celtic and Physion's due dates accidentally. I wasn't watching Celtic as closely as I was Physion, so she gave birth outside instead of in the shed. No big deal since it was dry. She picked a well-protected place to give birth and bonded well with them.
This one has a large underbite. Not "affects how she eats" large, I don't think, but definitely "don't want to breed that back in" large.
I was able to be out there only a few minutes after the birth so I got to do the Imprint Training that I wanted to try on my babies this year.
Imprint training is supposed to work wonders for precocial species like horses, zebras, llamas, and, I'm hoping, goats.
Since my momma goats raise their own babies, I don't get "bottle babies" - goats that will run you over when you come in their pen because they're so happy to see you, their "mom". Last year I had two different experiences with these non-bottle babies. My first goat whose babies were handled by me every day and my second goat (my current goat) who I bought back from a friend who didn't have the time for a goat.
My first goat's babies were friendly enough, had to be coaxed in every night, and worried me when it came to training for the milk stand later. One was a male, so that wasn't an issue, and one was a female that I didn't end up keeping because my second goat produced not only more milk but, more importantly, a better flavored milk so I was hoping to keep her baby girl.
My second goat was one that I'd sold to a friend right before she gave birth. She had twins, a male and a female. My friend kept the male and I took momma and baby girl. Unfortunately, by the time my friend realized she didn't have the time or inclination to milk the goat, the baby was a big ball of three month old crazy. I worked with her every day and never was able to get her to calm. After a month of daily handling she was as crazy as the day I got her. If you attached a lead rope to her collar, she would run and hit the end of it hard enough to throw her to the ground. And she'd do that until you took the rope off.
Because of these two experiences - friendly-but-needing-to-be-coaxed and completely-batshit-crazy - I wanted to try the imprint training that I'd heard of with horses. I wasn't willing to give up momma-raising.
So I got the book and read up on it. A few minutes after birth, long enough for her to have bonded with her babies, but not long enough for them to have gotten steady on their feet, I started the training.
The idea is to work with the babies soon enough after birth that they imprint on you as they would on another member of their herd - they trust you. I worked with one before she got up and the other after she'd been up for about thirty minutes (while I worked on the first). The first one was definitely easier. The second one fought a bit more.
Imprint training is pretty simple, just time consuming. You touch the babies all over and if the baby struggles with a certain portion (like the legs), you keep the touching going until the struggling stops. This way you don't teach them to struggle and get away. With horses you do a lot more, working with things like their mouth (for a bit), their ears (for the halter/bridle), their back (for the saddle), etc. With my goats I worked with their face (for general handling), their legs and feet (for hoof care), and their udder area (for milking).
I left them out in the field for a few hours with their mom. She's a first time mom and I didn't want to put any undue strain on bonding by moving them around - Celtic was momma raised and is definitely a need-to-be-coaxed goat. After a few hours I went out to bring them in. Celtic moved away from me immediately, as expected, and seemed confused when - to my serious delight - the babies didn't move with her but looked at me like "Hi there! Good to see you again". I was worried for a bit because I want them to move away when they should - like from dogs.
I had to get Dan (my border collie) to stand about twenty feet behind Celtic to encourage her to move forward with me towards the shed. When the babies saw the dog they immediately went to their mother. When the sheep and horses came near them, they went to their mother. So we were on track. I was simply another goat to them. Not momma, but not danger either. Good enough.
I hope it holds.