I decided not to breed Mya the following year, but she and Dorian had other ideas. I suspect Mya told Dorian that the electric fence would only sting for a few seconds as he climbed over it, but then she promised him a night that he would never forget. In the morning, I found them tired but happy. Mya was pregnant again...with twins.
We built an 8' fence and made the electric wire hotter. Mya did not get pregnant last winter. She was very cranky.
The second reason I didn't want to breed her again is that she tested positive for CAE, a disease in goats that is characterized by arthritis and other symptoms and that is passed on to the babies via their mother's milk. This disease has been known for decades now and there is no danger to humans in drinking the milk. So we kept Mya and used her milk for making cheese and such, but her babies could not have so much as a sip. I pasteurized it and mixed it with as much of Ginger's fresh raw milk as she could spare, and bottle fed Plum and the twins.
Since Mya was no longer going to be able to contribute to her upkeep, it was time to consider re-homing her. She deserved a good home, so I took my time (about a year, actually) to find the right home. Through an ad, I found a lovely retired couple who'd owned goats years ago but could not keep up with having animals and working full-time jobs. Now retired, they were looking for a nice, easy milk goat for their own enjoyment and to give their grandchildren the wonderful experience of farm animals. Mya is now the queen of 25 acres about 45 minutes from here. I am completely confident that she will be loved and doted on, and is probably right now complaining about the poor service at her former home as she wraps her new humans around her little hoof and demands the best snacks.