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!