Warm clothes on. Flash light on head. Udder wash in one hand. Grain in the other hand. Arm wrapped around my milk bowl. All set to go! Open the door to a great surprise....snow! Now this I wasn't prepared for. Change boots to some that are more snow proof and head to the barn.
Just like yesterday, the kids are bawling and Sadie immediately jumps up on the milk stand. She again is looking at me like "can't your hurry up?". I fumble around and get the light on and sure enough I can see great! Put the grain in the dish for Sadie, and the race is on!
Quickly I wipe her udder clean. She kicks around in disagreement but I am determined to milk her. After wiping the udder I place my bowl on the stand and proceed to milk, remembering to close the teat with the thumb and fore finger while squeezing out the milk with my other fingers. Several squeezes and I get nothing. But I continue on and after about 10 squeezes or so, I get wonderfully white milk! I am so excited! This has been a little better experience than yesterday already.
After milking for a while, I am beginning to feel a little more confident so I decide to move to the "other" side (the side where Sadie is so comfortably leaned up against the wall). Sadie doesn't want me to touch her but I am determined. I continue trying to get her away from the wall so I can get to her teat, unaware that she is eating grain as fast as she possibly can. Finally I get some milk squeezed out, all over my hand. I squeeze milk on my hand several more times and realize that I am going to have to get Sadie away from that wall so that I can get to the teat a little better. I try to move her a little but she is as stubborn as a mule. Finally she decides to move a little and I get some milk in the bowl. I am thrilled!
Suddenly out of nowhere she squats down almost in the bowl. My first thought is that she is "going to use the bathroom on me." I quickly jerk the bowl out of the way. Then I notice that she is out of grain. I guess this is her way of saying, " no grain-no milk". I try a few more times to milk her but she continues to squat every time I touch her teats. Once again she has won the race.
|" And thou shalt have goats' milk|
enough for thy food, for the food
of thy household, and for the
maintenance for thy maidens"
Sadie may have won the battle but I am still in the fight!