A tiny doe kid. All black, just like her mom. She came out screaming and wiggling which brought a smile to the situation. We named her Phoebe, staying with the mythological theme (Orphea's sire was named Apollo.) Mother and daughter are doing fine. Phoebe will be spending tonight and at least some of tomorrow living in the dog box in our kitchen.
Phoebe in the kitchen.
She is so tiny, I need to keep an eye on her. After I'm sure she is doing fine she will join the bottle babies for a spring filled with fun and frolic.