Milking the goats was a daunting thought. I worried that my hands would be sore, that getting up to milk after a rough night with baby would be hard, or that getting back home to milk would limit our social interactions. And the last concern was a little true. Milking between 7 and 9 a.m. was not a hard thing at all, but getting home in time to milk between 7 and 9 p.m. was sometimes a little nip and tuck, and we missed at least one wedding dance because of the goats.
We also acquired, right before they left, one little bottle fed goat, whom we named Yorick. He was an adorable little boy who quickly began growing tiny horns. So, up in the morning, mixing baby milk for Yorick and Lucky, milking Mrs Brown and Mrs White, straining and storing the milk - this was now my morning routine.
And, i found i really liked it. Milking a warm, gentle eyed goat in the mornings, hearing the little kid and lamb bleating "Maaa" at me as i walked down the lane in the morning (sometimes hearing it back at the house, too, as baby Octavia would yell it back to them) - it was a wonderfully peaceful way to start each day.
So when the Davises came home to collect their milk goats, I was ready to give them back, but also ready to have a milk goat myself. My lamb starter had run out earlier than i had thought, so i had transitioned Lucky and Yorick to goat milk in the meantime, which they thrived on. Lucky was ready to wean, but Yorick still needed some milk.
Luckily, Shawnelle was willing to let me keep milking Mrs. White for awhile, and said she would give me a good deal on another goat if i wanted to teach her to milk. She gave me a beautiful brown doe who had had twins. We named her Marron, because the Toggenburg breed is from Switzerland, and Marron is French for brown, and French is one of the languages spoken in Switzerland (circuitous, i know... but makes sense to me!).
And now we are caught up a little on the home front.
Meanwhile, my father in law, Ray, brought us a gorgeous old Ferguson tractor, and helped Travis to frame one of the walls downstairs. And Travis has framed almost another of the long walls, and a ton of weeding has been done, nature journals have been begun by three littlers, baby is in love with all the animals, we have acquired another little cat - this one a tiny little orange kitten we named Merry since he is Pippin the dog's little protegee, and we've discovered that wild strawberries are in bloom.
For the first few days of summer break, i was a little immobilized by the thought of what to do for homeschool next year. We are switching boards for all of the children except for Wyatt, and i wanted to wait and see a couple of things before i moved him. Now it's clear that i do need to move him for his last year, to make it easier for him and to eliminate levels of bureaucracy. I have a plan, and spent hours last night preparing my plans and worksheets for next fall.
So, soon i'll post some homeschooly types of posts. But for now, this is the story of where I've been the last few months, what we are doing as a family, and why i'm so deliriously happy :)
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