a day in the life of a viking princess...

chronicles of my adventures through life
New batch of 30 baby chicks have hatched!

New batch of 30 baby chicks have hatched!

New watch dog Willow

New watch dog Willow

Milk her for all she’s worth!

Many everyday sayings have taken on a whole new meaning as of lately. Exhibit A. A few days ago, Momma and I got a wild hair and bought a year old Nubian dairy goat. Her name is Barbie, and she is as sweet as they come. Now that we have a milk goat, that means we have to milk her. Every morning and every evening, we milk sweet Barbie, and in return we have a sweet, fresh goat milk. 

I have used the phrase “milk her for all she’s worth” countless times in my life. And I obviously knew what it meant, but only recently has it really sunk in. Ya know? We feed the goats, we build cute little houses for them, and I even share my carrots with them. So I gotta get my money out of her! And let me tell you, milking a goat ain’t easy! I’ve dabbled in the art of goat milking in the past (last month), but now that we have a goat that needs to be milked twice daily, my skills have greatly improved. It is definitely an art, that’s for sure. 

Tonight as we were milking, a big thunderstorm rolled in and in an effort to speed up the process, Momma and I both started milking her (two teats, fyi). In our haste, we may have done more harm than good. Milk was shooting everywhere. On me, on Mom, on Barbie, but it seemed like very little was actually going into the bucket. My new pink overalls will probably permanently smell like goat milk, but whatever. I can think of plenty of scents I’d much rather not smell like. By the time we had milked her for all she was worth (oh yeah), we got a little over a quart. (We probably could have gotten more, but the storm cut us short.) So with an average of an evening quart, combined with a morning quart times everyday equals…more milk than we know what to do with! 

GOAT MILK FOR SALE!

Momma Sally, her wanna-be baby Rosie, and little Miss Gary Coleman

Momma Sally, her wanna-be baby Rosie, and little Miss Gary Coleman

Ginger

Ginger

My sweet girl Nellie

My sweet girl Nellie

Newest addition to the Sweetgrass Farm family. Miss Barbra Streisand, aka Barbie, my nubian milk goat.

Newest addition to the Sweetgrass Farm family. Miss Barbra Streisand, aka Barbie, my nubian milk goat.

If you noticed, I said we originally had four calves. We experienced out first major fatality on Sweetgrass farm two weeks ago. We lost little Speed two days after we got him. Luckily, the other calves didn’t catch his viruses, and they are all doing well! 

If you noticed, I said we originally had four calves. We experienced out first major fatality on Sweetgrass farm two weeks ago. We lost little Speed two days after we got him. Luckily, the other calves didn’t catch his viruses, and they are all doing well! 

Freckles. Because his pink nose is covered in freckles. Why else?!

Freckles. Because his pink nose is covered in freckles. Why else?!

Bessie. Yes, Bessie is a boy, but what farm is complete without a cow named Bessie? Mmhhhmm. My point exactly. 

Bessie. Yes, Bessie is a boy, but what farm is complete without a cow named Bessie? Mmhhhmm. My point exactly. 

Rambo. The rambunctious one of the bunch. 

Rambo. The rambunctious one of the bunch. 

A few weeks ago, we got 4 bottle calves from a dairy farm. They grown up quite a bit since then. I’m a proud momma. 

A few weeks ago, we got 4 bottle calves from a dairy farm. They grown up quite a bit since then. I’m a proud momma. 

Gary Coleman went outside today for the first time. It was freaking cold, but she loved it!

Gary Coleman went outside today for the first time. It was freaking cold, but she loved it!

Stand-off between Momma Sally and the curious little Petey.

Stand-off between Momma Sally and the curious little Petey.

Introducing Miss Gary Coleman

Introducing Miss Gary Coleman