I milked my first goat this weekend and found out...I just might have a nack for this...too bad I don't like the taste of the milk. I have also established that meat goats...were NOT made to be milkers. After observing a milk goat being milked with two hands and producing an amazing amount of milk in less than a minute...yeah, the 3 dinky little teats our new Mama has are a sorry sight in comparison. She miscarried her two kids Friday morning early and so we had to find her a couple of replacements. She took the first one pretty well but he doesn't seem to want to eat and the other guy is older and more vigorous but she doesn't like him..yet...I'm not giving up.
I'm so happy to be out helping my husband, which makes me feel like it's "our" venture and not just his...but truth be told, it's not my favorite thing to do. One day at a time I guess. I don't "enjoy" being dirty but it's worth it, if I can be my hubby's help meet. The only really frustrating part besides never really getting warmed up between trips out to the barn is that I have to leave my responsibilities and my own babies in the house with their big brothers. I suppose it's all ok though, noone seems to miss me much for all the longer I'm out there. The hard part will probably be during the week days when my husband isn't here and suddenly I've inherited the responsibility to take care of the goats. ::sigh:: Lord, thank you for patience, endurance, and strength that you have provided me with from your ample supply!
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