I came, I milked, I conquered! It went pretty much the way I expected/remembered. Ronnie (short for Veronica, since the question was raised) was not a happy camper but settled down once she realized she didn't really have a choice. The hobble was more of a hindrance so I'm rethinking using it again. And the quantity of milk was small even for a middle of the day milking. I was left with a great curiosity about how this whole venture will pan out.
The kidding happened way too early in the year so Ronnie has an abundance of winter coat and lots of udder hair. My first batch of milk looks like this
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| Blech! |
So today I went out and stood in this
just so I could do this
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Since it was the middle of the day again, I didn't milk her. I figure the clipping was enough stress for one day. But tomorrow morning, with a little luck, the ground will be drier and I'll get out there before the kids steal all the good stuff! Goat milk?
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| Blech! |
Since it was the middle of the day again, I didn't milk her. I figure the clipping was enough stress for one day. But tomorrow morning, with a little luck, the ground will be drier and I'll get out there before the kids steal all the good stuff! Go
