This doe has been niggling at me all day, thinking she was going to kindle, thinking she was going to have some trouble. Kept a check on her.
She finally had two kits at 9 p.m. One was long and stretched out, the other normal sized. Both were dead. Both were broken black.
It's a disappointment.
Damian the dad.
Make that three kits. Last one born much later, probably could have saved it had I known, ah well.