We got bad thunderstorms last night that started around 5:00. Wally and waited to see if it would let up, but it didn’t and it was getting darker and darker so I gathered up my milk buckets and asked Wally to drive me up to where Gwen is. The farm is smack-dab on the top of a high hill: a perfect place to be sitting out in the middle of a field milking a cow. Gwen and the bull were grazing down at the bottom of the pasture so Wally and I decided to go down to her and bring her into a metal car port and milk her in there. The problem with that was keeping the bull away from her food. Luckily, he’s an immature bull and easily intimidated. Of course, just as we got there, the storm became even more intense. It was pretty scary being out in it. Luckily, milking went without a hitch and we were able to get back to the house and had a nice supper before going back out to do the goats.
We got a new milk goat yesterday, but she’s only here until the milk season is over. She’s a Nubian that was in a Boer goat breeding program. She kidded Monday morning, had triplets and only one survived. She’s a heavy milker and her owner doesn’t want to milk her so he asked Wally if we’d take her and milk her. She’s a nice little goat and I wouldn’t mind keeping her, but she’s not for sale. That’s okay, her milk will be useful.
I’m working on a post about my Sunday horse-thing which was a mixed bag. Hopefully I can finish it this morning, but probably not. Luckily this is the last day that Gwen has to be up on the hill with the bull. Today would be day 21 if that was a heat cycle we saw the last time she was up there. There’s been no evidence of breeding or even real interest in the part of the bull so I’m hoping she’s bred. I’ll be so glad to get her home tonight and I hope that she’ll be able to stay home for the rest of her life. Traveling back and forth to milk her is simply no fun, especially when you have to do it in the middle of a thunderstorm.
More thunderstorms are forecast for Sunday. I think we are gearing up for another crazy weather year.
Until later …