In all its farm life irony her milk is the tastiest we have ever had. So creamy, the two tablespoons we manage to get back into the house, that is. When we brought her home last year at two days old she healed the wound that occurred when our beloved goat died while giving birth. Her long legs and big eyes melted our hearts and those around the city as we brought her everywhere with us in the truck. She went to schools that we spoke at, Walmart, Panera, even the bar (though she was clearly under age) and she … Continue reading The Shy Milking Goat
I was dreading going into the goat pen. Elsa has mastitis and we have been diligently treating it but that along with her spoiled little girl self makes it incredibly difficult to milk her. It takes all of my strength to hold her as Doug milks her out. All of our muscles are shaking by the end and she has kicked the milk bucket a few times. Our clothes are covered in milk and goat hair and I am often near tears. Last night as I looked up before going in the pen a beautiful sight transpired. The same one … Continue reading A Pioneer’s Life For Me
Today the weather breaks. I believe that was our last freeze and cold spell until next autumn. I hope so. I plan to get all the summer crops in in the next few days. We don’t have a long growing season here and we have to hustle once it’s time to plant. I will go access the damage from the hail, the freeze, the ice storm, and the flooding of the past few days. Seedlings were ripped out of the smaller beds, the basil is dead, as our some of the tomato starts but I haven’t looked in the greenhouse … Continue reading The Screwy Sweet Weekend
I am a tad envious of those raised on a farm. They don’t have to text random people that have goats to ask stupid questions. Like, how the heck do we stop her milk? I know this should seem like an obvious one but there is an art to all this dairy farming. Goodness, we don’t want to send our goat into pain, discomfort, mastitis, and who knows what else! Our dear Isabelle trusts us. I first started by looking up on the internet how to dry off a goat. Easy. Just start milking once a day, then every other day, then every … Continue reading Drying Off Isabelle (no more milk till spring and chica has a new boyfriend)
Our alpaca venture failed miserably, with a great financial loss, and two stubborn alpacas now working as lawn mowers somewhere in Limon. I had to give them away. I do love our chickens. I adore the ducks. I love goats. … Continue reading Goats 101 (becoming a goat herder)
I had milked a goat when I was nineteen working at an animal shelter that happened to have taken in a goat. Looking back it seemed very easy and I don’t remember any issues. So when we got Katrina I … Continue reading Milking 101 (and the benefits of raw milk)
Starting out I watch my friends, read books, ask questions, then try to make my own way. Whether to leave the baby on the mother or bottle feed was no exception. Friend #1 takes the baby from the mother immediately. … Continue reading Goats: Leave on Mom or Bottle Feed?
Uh, I probably should have inquired about milking lessons prior to this. I have read many homesteading books which outline how to milk a goat. I milked a goat at the animal shelter I worked at. A large goat. Every … Continue reading Who Knows How To Milk A Goat?!
Our grandparents knew how to do all these things. Mine laughed when I wanted a farm and wondered why. Growing up on farms and in the country, in hard times, with so much work, it baffled them that I would run … Continue reading Learning Homesteading Skills (finding teachers)