Also, I have been wondering: since I am married, does that make me a milkmatron instead? It really doesn't have the same ring to it, so I sort of hope not.
But first, news on the babies.
They are doing great, and both growing healthy and strong. Kelly warned me about this, and it is true: the babies will try to nurse everything.
So they try to nurse tables...
And chairs...
Thankfully, for all involved, they do eventually find their mama.
And then they take a nap!
The first 48 hours, they slept almost all the time. Now, they are up playing King of the Mountain and generally having a good time. I am seriously in love with these little guys. Milking is fun with two little babies playing at my feet!
Learning to Milk
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| My husband couldn't build much when we married, but, my, hasn't he come a long way in 11 years! |
I can't say that I had any expectations in regard to learning to milk. I knew that Reece and I were both novices, and so I was pretty much unprepared for anything. Thankfully, Si built me a stanchion, and I really don't know what I would have done to train her without a place to feed her grain...and lock her head into position so she couldn't escape!
We knew that Si would need to help me the first few times, but even so, we were surprised at what happened.
First, we had to woo her onto the table. She was curious, but resistant. Thankfully, she is the tamest, sweetest goat we've owned thus far and this really helped. Eventually, she figured out that to get the grain she wanted, she was required to jump on the stand and put her head between the slats. {The boards that are crossed in the picture are movable--they are in the locked position, but when unlocked, she can get her head in just fine.}
Second, we had to clean her up. Now, she hadn't been cleaned since her kidding, so she was extra yucky. We made a solution of warm water mixed with cider vinegar and a drizzle of dish soap. Even though it was warm, she did not think that a little bath was a good idea.
So she decided to sit down.
Apparently, the feed box is just low enough that she can eat and sit at the same time, something we didn't anticipate. She made a few choking noises, so I know this was not easy to pull off, but she did not care. Noooo....She was determined that we would not touch her.
So Si picked her up. And I washed her down. All future washing have gone quickly, but this time she was caked with debris and it took a while...which basically means she hated it.
At this point in the game, she was standing. Everything was taking so long that I added more grain to the box, just in case {smart move, that one}.
Now, it was time to milk. I barely touched her udder when...she sat down again! She left a little bit hanging out on Si's side, so he tried to get at it, but she quickly wiggled around until all of it was safely underneath her.
I think she smirked at me.
So, we did the only thing we could think of: Si picked her back up. And I milked. And let me tell you, my arms were tired because it is a motion I'm not accustomed to, but I'm sure Si's were even more tired after holding a heavy animal up in the air. He held her up; we took a break. He held her up some more; we took a break. And so on and so forth, ad nauseum.
All of that for about 3/4 cup of milk!
And the next day was about the same, except that she jumped right up on the table, and didn't fuss when we locked her in.
By the third day, things were going better. I could wash her quickly, and without a fuss. She even stood for most of the milking! And by the second milking of the third day, she stood the entire time.
Today is the sixth day, and she's doing great. I no longer need Si's help, and she is usually watching for me when I come out at about 6:15am to start the day. I'm only getting a little over half a cup of milk because the babies have usually beat me there, but I figure this first week is mostly about learning to milk and be milked. The other stuff will come in time.
It is interesting to me how my relationship with Reece is so different from my relationship with the other animals. All of this training and time spent together has caused me to really know her in a way I don't know the others, and there seems to be an understanding between us that just isn't there with, for instance, Charlotte {who really needs to have a baby to calm her down, I think--at 10 months now, she is a bit too rambunctious for my taste and I think it is from idleness}.
Kelly tells me that tomorrow {at one week old}, I can separate Reece from her kids for an hour before the evening milking--that I might get a more milk! I plan to try it and see how it goes. I've been doing the second milking around 7pm, because that is what fits our schedule, but I think it'll be easy enough to run separate them at 6pm. Thankfully, we have a little tiny cage that will do the job nicely.
And that's all. Tomorrow I will try to talk about Russell Kirk.
At least, that is the plan.

















