Well, starting on Friday night, we take turns getting up to check on the induced doe. In years past this would entail getting dressed and trudging out into the cold only to have the doe look at us and seem to say, "Need Somethin bud? Can't you see I'm busy here chewing my cud, leave me alone!" then back to bed for an hour and repeat.
We got a camera, but we needed to check to make sure we could see her clearly if she was laying down and giving birth. I was elected to be the substitute goat. To say the goats were unimpressed would be a understatement. But, the camera worked like a charm.
Thanks to Snickers for making feel more legit (ha ha) by standing over me and having that look on her face that says......
Daddy....WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!