I hate it when parents talk about how glad they are to send their children back to school. We homeschool, love it and I always wonder how the kids must feel when they hear their parents saying that…it makes me sad for them…both of them, actually.
my goats, who are not at all my children, are off at boarding school and I am really happy for the break!
Angel got really ornery before she left. She wouldn’t let me milk her at all one night and this dropped her milk supply down by about 1/3 right away. I milked her for two more days, trimmed her hooves, while she repeatedly kicked at me (nearly got me a couple of times while I did her back hooves) and I was DONE with her. Maybe the rottenest thing about that rotten goat was that once she got over the neighbor, she turned into a little lovey-dovey lap dog…er, goat. Our neighbor suggested AGAIN that it was my fault for letting her nurse her babies and that she’d be all right if only I hadn’t. When we first got her, if I tried to move her anywhere she didn’t want to go, she would lie down on her side, close her eyes and pretend to be dead and that was when she was still pregnant. Maybe she doesn’t like it over here, maybe she doesn’t like me, I will allow that, but bringing her to the point that she will tolerate my leading her, messing with her feet and milking her most of the time has been a herculean effort…as is smiling in the face of what one feels to be unjust criticism. Sigh.
I would be happy to bring home a different goat..if she has one bred as late as I need mine to be!
Anyhow, Penny’s drying up didn’t go terribly smoothly. I tried slowly weaning her off grain, hoping her milk supply would drop off as I did so. It didn’t and she was still giving a full quart the last day I milked her. I was feeling unwell, so I had the boys give them their hay the next few days and they checked her udder and said it looked ok. Here’s hoping she’s good and dry and that there are no complications.
I just drank the last of the goat’s milk for nearly six months!
It’s been quite a first year at goat school. We dealt with a CAE diagnosis with Margo, goat birth, a deluge of milk and all the cheese and custard-making that went with that, hoof rot, a couple of minor infections, disbudding and castration (though it was mainly just watching this year), small teat orifices, goat orneriness, goat handstands, we sold our first goats and experimented with various bedding techniques. I am hoping that this year is a little quieter, that we’ve learned and don’t have to re-learn too much of it again.