Thursday, September 22, 2011


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.


Stephanie said...

Tell her not to worry, I'll be back in two weeks for more milking!

Suzan said...

what a great DIL!!
Wanted to share iwth you - Goats in a tree!

Marigold said...

Yay! for Goldilocks! You go, girl!

Michaele said...

Such a neat post! Love the smile.

Bee Haven Bev said...

Just happened upon your blog. Love your goats!!! We have goats on our farm, too....fainters. But, we don't milk them. Great blog!

Leigh said...

I saw you were the winner of the HenPals nestbox giveaway, and since you have "goat" in your blog name, I had to come visit. Love your Nigerians. We're starting a line of Kinders, so I enjoy reading about others goats.

What a wondeful DIL. Wish my DS and his wife took more of an interest in our lifestyle, but for now, alas.

Congrats on being the winner.

Kelly said...

I know her feeling of happines with the foam. Milking is like riding a bike. You never forget. Congratulations on winning the nest box.

Heather said...

I love this! Steph looks so cute!