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AFCA and GREEN ISLAND VISION Partnership in Zimbabwe - September 2019 Newsletter

September 7, 2019

It is hard to be away from the ranch at this time, but then, it is ALWAYS hard to tear ourselves away from home! Right now though, we are expecting new kids 🐐to arrive, so leaving for necessary R&R was a hard decision! We travelled to a small South African coastal town, Port Alfred, for a short break. 🇿🇦

 

Back on the ranch in Zimbabwe, mamas with big tummies are waddling around preparing to surprise us with a delivery or two! Already this birthing time we have been presented with 11 babies! In that number are included twins by our half Kalahari doe. Bruce is the father, so we are getting closer to breeding pure Kalahari Red goats. The twins, Henri and Mercy are also amongst the 11 and are a good size. We anticipate they will be fine specimens when they are full-grown. 

 

Before we left there were two mamas, Marci and Demmy, who were obviously so close to delivery. We were sure they would deliver before we left and so we visited them regularly, day and night, to see how they were doing and begging them to birth before we left. The last thing we did before getting into the car on the day we left, was to check on them once more – but nothing. We were eager to meet these babies as they would be Fred’s first babies to be born since his arrival on the farm in March of this year. No sooner did we arrive in town (a 90 minute drive) than I received a text saying BOTH of them had given birth! 🤦🏻‍♀️ Marci produced a whopping 8 pound doeling and Demmy presented us with a set of twins; a buckling weighing in at 6 ½ pounds and a girl at 6 pounds. Well done Fred and mums! This will hopefully be the start of the milking herd. In a little more than a year these two girls should be producing their own babies and therefore milk. 

 

These new babies and a few others are still waiting for names or sponsors. If you want to attach yourselves to a goat, contact us to see how you can follow your goat into the Matobo Hills! It’s a great cause!

 

Let me introduce you to a few of our babies:

  • Main picture: some of the kids with their favorite dog, Aunty Pippa.

  • Top right: Glenda (no sponsor yet). She is the daughter of Pixie, who we thought may never have kids, as her mum was malnourished when she arrived with us and Pixie was a very small baby. Although Glenda is also small, she is a tough little girl

  • Middle right: Fred’s twins. No names or sponsors yet.

  • Bottom right: (Orphan) Annie. Her mum walked away from her at birth and after a worrying 12 hours of intensive care, another doe whose baby had died at birth, adopted Annie. She is cute as a button and springs everywhere! She is looking for a sponsor. 😍

  • Bottom left: Miles, a tough little chap.

  • Bottom middle: Henri and Mercy sharing a snack with granny Sheila.

 

A number of does who are due to deliver soon are first timers. It is good to be close by to help if necessary, although our assistance is seldom needed! 👩🏽‍⚕️

 

Chipo, who we reported had received her three does in the last Newsletter, announced to us that two of her does had birthed and were doing well. 

 

Last month we delivered to two further beneficiaries: Easy received Tess, Cocoa and Hobo, while Jabulani received Marty McFly, Toot Toot and Mango.

 

Jabulani had a smile from ear to ear when he visited us, a few weeks after receiving his does, to tell us that they had all birthed and he now had eight goats!  In just over a month his herd more than doubled! 😃

 

Jabulani’s story is a sad one.  He was (illegally) working in South Africa (like many Zimbabweans) and was unfortunate enough to get caught up in a gun fight. He was shot in the thigh and one of the bones was shattered. The doctors had to insert a pin to hold the bone together. He made his way back home to Zimbabwe, how I cannot even imagine, without a passport. When he arrived back at his mother’s home close to us, they had no money for medical attention, and until we were lucky enough to meet him, he was lying in bed getting weaker and weaker.