"Don't cry over spilled milk." I repeated that mantra to myself as I mopped up the warm sticky goat milk from the garage floor last week. After wrestling Heidi Lou onto the milking stand, avoiding her kicks of resistance and successfully (finally) filling the pail... well, at least a cup's worth with milk, she crow hopped and her right hoof landed in the pail. With a quick kick the milk was on the floor and seeping into my sandal between my toes. Oh, the joy! Multiple deep breaths later I continued my task and as each day has passed there has been less spills, more milk and stronger hands. Bring on the Chèvre, the ricotta, and of course more soap!
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July 2023
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