Doby was giving birth. I figured something was going on, but I wanted to finish dressing a little man before I went exploring. Moments later Husbandman called me from the pasture. "We have feet." As in, feet were poking out. By the time I got there the first was out and she was busy cleaning it off. We stayed outside the barn peeking over the side walls to watch. After a little bit, I began to wonder if she really did only have 1 baby. But then she laid down to labor on the 2nd. That one came out easily and she immediately worked on the third. I slipped in to clear the nose of #2 as she was too busy on the 3rd to do so. Then she was back up and cleaning them off. I went inside to get the iodine and towels. When I came back out, Husbandman said it seemed like she was still pushing. I said she must just be working on the placenta, but when I looked, the upper half of a 4th was hanging from her and she had decided she was done. There it hung, alive and confused. I assisted just to break the sack and cause it to fall free from her. We were amazed. Four babies, all alive, well-formed and mama dutifully attending to them all. I dipped the umbilical cords and readied, again, for church.