A new creature has joined our farm recently. We named her Cinnamon, though she was called something else before she joined us. She is a calm little goat, little being the key word. Our other goat Brie, is an Alpine and the size of a small pony. Steve could ride her. I am pretty sure he has. But with the addition of Cinnamon came a new chore on the farm, milking.
And when you add milking, a whole family of chores follow behind it, the careful washing of dishes, butter-making, cheese-making, and more yogurt and milk than even our family of 6 can handle. It is wonderful really. The sense of accomplishment when we make breakfast with eggs gathered from our chickens....
(who are so wild and free) and serve children milk you took from your own goat. Sometimes it is cold, or raining during milking time, but it is such a nice way to slow down the day, twice a day and just look all around this farm of ours and think of how far we have come in just a year and a half here.
Oh yeah, the milk works well for cookies and milk too.