Apparently the title of yesterday's post should have been read with a touch of irony.
I got home from quilt group at lunchtime and headed over to Pete's to see if anything had happened while I was out.
Without going into details, there was visible evidence that India was finally in labour so I continued on to the house where Pete had mistakenly thought that he was about to have lunch. We sat with her for the next two hours watching that one tiny hoof and then she finally delivered a stillborn pure black buck and nothing else.
Non-breeding bucks are generally unwanted and PND could've probably given it away [ or even put it down ] without a second thought but he still tried everything he could to get that little one jump started and nothing worked. I will admit that I stayed out of the way with India while that was happening. There are some things that don't need witnesses and the sounds of that stoic Aussie bloke trying to save the little buck nearly broke my heart.
I know in the grand scheme this is a tiny tragedy and I know that we still have Scarlett's babies to come, but I'm sad tonight