On a recent visit I taught my daughter-in-law to milk...after all this will all be her's some day. Anyone that has tried to milk a goat for the first time knows it isn't easy. There is a lot of squeezing with nothing coming out.
That's how it started. Lots of squeezing with nothing coming out.
Then she started to get the hang of it. The milk started to flow one squirt at a time.
My DIL is a gal that can take on a challenge and doesn't give up until she makes it happen. Most mornings she joined me for the milking and before too long she got her rhythm down.
As I went about doing other chores she perfected her milking techniques. Soon I heard the rhythmic ping of the milk hitting the bucket.
As I came around the corner I saw her big smile.
"I have foam!"
Cora Belle misses you Steph.