Well, what was supposed to be a day in the studio turned into a day in the barn. I went out to check the goats around 10:30 this morning, and the older goat (that isn't really ours but we've adopted) was in labor with a kid presenting head first (no feet). The kid was dead--I tried to pull it myself, then called my wonderful neighbor Shelly. I didn't even say who I was, just "Oh, Thank God you're home. One of the goats has a dead baby." She said "I'm on my way."
Turned out there were two babies in the birth canal together--the other had it's rear feet up near the other baby's head. Shelly ended up pulling both of them out, both dead. We buried them and put a blanket over Gruffles, the mama, who seems to be doing okay although she's tired. I still have to give her a shot of antibiotics today, since both Shelly and I had our hands inside her, but it appears that she'll recover.
My children have been waiting for baby goats for 6 weeks now, and they'll be so sad that the babies died.