Dill is now a week old, Luna (born on a full moon) and her brother Zeus are just 3 days old. I haven't had the heart to separate them from their mothers yet at night, and since Fias Farm (which has been elevated to God like proportions in my mind as the answer to all things goat) waits two full weeks to begin milking I figured I am OK. This morning after months of eager anticipation, I decided to give it a whirl and begin getting the ladies used to the drill. I woke up early, reread the milking instructions and went to the barn with all sorts of purpose and determination. I returned to the house about an hour later with a 1/3 cup of milk. I imagine one day (hopefully not too many days from now) I will look back on this morning and laugh. I imagine on that day I will have chevre dripping deliciously in cheese cloth in the kitchen and loads of fresh milk waiting in the fridge. For now, Minnie the barn cat had a delicious morning treat and I am trying to focus on the modest wins of the day. Both goats jumped willingly onto the milk stand. They let me milk them from one side while there was food, and there were no injuries to goat or human. I now more fully understand the expression, there is no use crying over spilled milk. Tonight's mission...milk both sides, 1/2 cup total! My dreams a bit smaller in scale today.
Dill is now a week old, Luna (born on a full moon) and her brother Zeus are just 3 days old. I haven't had the heart to separate them from their mothers yet at night, and since Fias Farm (which has been elevated to God like proportions in my mind as the answer to all things goat) waits two full weeks to begin milking I figured I am OK. This morning after months of eager anticipation, I decided to give it a whirl and begin getting the ladies used to the drill. I woke up early, reread the milking instructions and went to the barn with all sorts of purpose and determination. I returned to the house about an hour later with a 1/3 cup of milk. I imagine one day (hopefully not too many days from now) I will look back on this morning and laugh. I imagine on that day I will have chevre dripping deliciously in cheese cloth in the kitchen and loads of fresh milk waiting in the fridge. For now, Minnie the barn cat had a delicious morning treat and I am trying to focus on the modest wins of the day. Both goats jumped willingly onto the milk stand. They let me milk them from one side while there was food, and there were no injuries to goat or human. I now more fully understand the expression, there is no use crying over spilled milk. Tonight's mission...milk both sides, 1/2 cup total! My dreams a bit smaller in scale today.
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