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Milk Diaries Day 1

EB’s Milk Stats:

Milk Yield: 1 Cup (AM only)

Today was a pretty big day for us on the farm. EB’s boys slept alone for their first time last night in an effort to wean them so they can move to Ross’ parents house next week. We put a dog kennel in the stall so they could still see the other goats and didn’t get too worked up. Without the boys there to feed,  EB had developed a nice full milking udder over night! Her udder looked good as far as my novice eyes can tell. I hope the judges like it this summer at the county and state fairs.

With EB completely full and a little uncomfortable for the first time I was hoping she would cooperate  more than she did when we were just milking one side. In past milkings she wasn’t very patient and didn’t let a whole lot of milk down. I have heard that often times goats will resist letting all their milk down if they are still feeding babies in order to save some and I think our milk shortage may have been because EB was working against us.

We have been getting EB used to her milk stand by feeding her her grain while in the stanchion. She is getting the hang of it and now goes right to her stand. It took me a while to figure out a good position for milking and I found the easiest is sitting behind her so she doesn’t swing her ass end right and left. The first few minutes went well and I was impressed with how easily the milk was a flowin’  but then she started to get a little impatient and she started stompin’ her hooves. I guess I can’t blame her because I am not sure I would be very happy if someone was pulling on my nipples like amateur 🙂 Of course luck would have it that she would stomp her little goat hoof right into my milk pail and spill all my hard work onto the barn floor. I tried to stay clam so that she would keep her milk down for me and I shook her grain around to keep her interested. She went back to eating her grain and I went back to milking as quickly as possible because I knew my time was almost up. She continued to stomp here and there but I got better at anticipating it and holding her back legs still while milking. Turns out milking is a far more physical chore than I had originally imagined and I am pretty sure my hands will be crazy strong by the end of summer. At the end of the milking I ended up with  cup of milk in my bucket and probably at least that much on the floor. It’s a bummer about losing the milk but you know what they say “there’s no sense in crying over spilled milk”! Better luck tomorrow!

A wife, mom, farmer, HR lady, blogger and dreamer who loves simple goodness like the small of fresh cut hay, bread baking in the oven and kisses.

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