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A Milking Challenge

3 Aug

When we finished with baling the Back Forty, we left the gates open so the goats could go everywhere out there.

Maybeline, Odie and Aurora

I wasn’t sure how long it would take for them to figure it out, but it was just the next day.

Of course, they waited and figured it out just about time to milk in the evening, so I had to go out there.

It was time for Ava to quit scratching on a bale and get milked. Look at that full udder!


I didn’t want half the herd to go with us and half the herd getting left on the wrong side of the fence, so we took our time walking back.

Ava, Cutie and the rest of the herd

I do think the girls thought I was walking too slowly.

Caroline, Cutie, Ava, and Astra

Most of the rest of the herd gave up following us.

Eventually, we made it back to the barnyard, and everyone got milked.


I am working hard to keep up with their milk by making lots of Mozzarella cheese for this winter.



31 Jul

I never grew up on a farm.  When my sister started dating a farmer, that’s when I discovered I like farming.  I would help them check cows and whatever they were doing (I was a third wheel).  After they were married, my sister and I would help bale hay. Occasionally I would drive the tractor, but not very often.  When it came to raking, I couldn’t turn fast enough not to catch the rake.  Once in a while I’d pull a wagon of corn in the fall.  I never drove a tractor enough to be truly comfortable with it.  When I did drive one, I swear it never had brakes.  I like brakes.  Anyhow, my nephew raked some of the hay in my pasture yesterday.

Then he asked for a ride to get the baler.  I asked who was driving while he baled, and he informed me that I was driving. Well, that should be interesting.  I had my choice of tractors, and I chose the Hydro.  Basically, all you need to know to drive it is that the turtle is slow and the rabbit is fast (I’m simplifiying a little).  This is a newer version of the tractor I used to like driving. But this one has brakes!  I present my view for a few hours in the afternoon.

Behind me.  Okay, I hadn’t started driving yet.  The nephew was making adjustments.

Extra help while the nephew was making more adjustments because the bales kept breaking.

Odie sampling the alfalfa bale that was already in the baler.

Goat crossing.  In my defense, all those extra clumps are there because the windrows were almost too big for the baler.  My driving might have had a little to do with it too.  That’s okay, he’ll pick up what I missed when he finishes with the big round baler.

We did finally get going.  I think this was the last adjustment.  Yes, the llamas were very helpful the entire time.  I am proud to say, I did not run over a goat or llama while driving.

In the evening we gained more help, and we got three loads baled and stacked in the barn.

Hopefully, by the time this post publishes, the rest of the hay has been baled and stacked in the barn.  And hopefully, there was a different driver since we are finished on the flat part.

Scenes From the Week

17 May


bleeding heart




Tootles, John and Pepe

Canada geese flying over

Ava, Squanto, and Sacagewea


Tinkerbell and Wendy


robin in the nest


Aurora, Odie, and Maybeline