Goat Milking & Pictures from the beginning of December.
I’m goat sitting for my friend while her family is on vacation. She lives about 20 minutes away from me, which means out here she’s sort of my neighbor. It takes 15 minutes just to get up out of the area where I live to go anywhere.
She has 16 goats. I’m milking one goat twice daily, and another goat is due to give birth any second! Her udder filled with milk a few days ago, which is a sign labor is going to start soon. It seems like twins based on the number of body parts wiggling around inside of her!
Goat milking is much harder than cow milking. Who knew? My grandparents had a dairy farm, so I grew up very comfortable with cows. This goat is another story! When you milk a cow the milk just squirts right out. It’s so simple. When you milk a goat you have to pinch the top of the teat closed (where it connects to the udder) or when you squeeze the teat the milk will just go back up into the udder instead of out the orifice at the bottom and into your pail. It requires coordination! It’s frustrating how not easy goat milking is.
So this goat tonight refused to get up on the milk stand for me. Then the baby goats came over and wouldn’t quit eating the mama goat’s feed. She has to have the feed to munch on for distraction in order to stand still while I attempt to milk her.
I think she got frustrated with my awkward milking rhythm. She was done with me. She marched back over to the gate and stood there giving me the evil eye, just wanting to go back into the field and refusing to let me milk out the other half of the milk. It’s not the end of the world because they’re drying her off in preparation for breeding in the spring. If she doesn’t get fully milked out then it’s ok. But still, moody goat!
I hope she’s more agreeable in the morning. I’ll have Rosie take a picture of me milking her.
There is something comforting about a hairy beast and warm, soft teats squirting nice smelling milk into a metal pail. I can see how doing this day in and day out would be addicting. It’s like some kind of therapy. Except when the goat is stubborn and causes you troubles…and it’s 20 degrees outside and windy, and dark…but those things aside, it’s enjoyable.
This kind of milk seems so far removed from cold, sterile milk in plastic jugs at the grocery store.
I cannot get Tyler to try and milk the goat. He says he refuses to touch teats. Hah, of course he does, of course he does.
I want to post pictures from December. Stupid slow internet. The wireless internet thing we were going to get ended up not getting a strong enough signal at our cabin. It’s because we’re down in a low lying area between two huge hills. Nothing gets a signal here, not even our landline phones work well.
I give up. Doomed to super slow internets forever.
Here are some pictures.
Rosie’s best friend Cade visited from a few hours away. This was a couple weeks ago.
Here they are on our road and in the fields.
This is Ada petting Sadie, my neighbor’s horse.
We drove to town to visit Tyler’s Granny a few weeks ago too. She was having surgery a few days later. She had only seen Henry once, the day he was born. She was thrilled to see how big he’d gotten.
Captain Adorable back at the cabin:
Look Ma, a new trick! 17 weeks old. He’s a big strong boy.
A few days later: Change of weather!
There are a million more pictures. My patience for slow intrawebz has run out tonight. I shall have to return tomorrow, hopefully, to post some of the rest.
Igor is coming THIS THURSDAY! He’ll be flying into the Indianapolis airport at 6:50 something in the evening. We have a lot of getting ready to do over the next few days. Squee!!