There were two little feet and a nose sticking out under her tail - which is exactly what you want to see. We've had 30-some births on the farm, and I've witnessed about half of them. Pepita has only had one other birth and we had to help a little bit, so I was prepared to give her some assistance if required. Our inclination is to let nature proceed without our involvement - as it's always possible to do more harm than good by intervening.
So, I haltered Pepita so that I could keep her up. With my teenage daughter (who arrived in her mini-skirt and rubber boots, no less) gently stroking Pepita's neck, saying 'Push, honey' once (yes, I'm serious...she's watched to many episodes of ER!)...the little guy was born.
A quick shower, check that the cria was heading towards the teats and I was off to work on time.
(And what did YOUR library clerk do before SHE went to work?)
Thanks Pepita, good mom.
Job well done.