I’m milking five goats right now. Every time I milk, I have a little helper.
He’s right there to make sure the grain is good.
He sometimes brings a girl or two to help him stir the tub.
I’ve never figured out why the goats put up with this, but they do.
Well, except for Helen.
She has no problems with knocking him around a little.
Please excuse my horrible cell phone pictures, but there’s no pausing the girls once I start milking. Sharing with Wild Bird Wednesday and Alphabe-Thursday. This week’s letter is R. R is for Rodney the Rooster.