Back when I had a real job, you know, the kind with a good salary, health and dental insurance, vacation and sick time, life insurance, etc. I was not one of those that never called in sick. I would use my sick time. The truth is, most of the times I called in sick, I usually wasn’t that sick. Often it was because I had a bad night’s sleep (which happens a lot); was extremely stressed or something like that.
Now that I have another real job, this job is even more real than my former high-paying office jobs, even if I am really sick, I can’t call in sick. I woke up sick this morning. Something I ate yesterday didn’t agree with me. Wally and I stopped at a southern-style buffet on our way home from delivering a goat to the start-up dairy in South Carolina to grab a bite to eat. Bad mistake. As soon as we walked in I knew it wasn’t going to sit well with me. I’m surprised Wally didn’t get sick as well. Now that we eat such a pure diet, processed food just doesn’t sit well.
The best I was able to do was to sleep in a little bit longer, meaning I didn’t get up to make coffee, Wally’s breakfast and lunch, etc., but I still had to get up and milk 11 goats and care for the chickens and rabbits. I still need to bring Gwen up and milk her out some. She seems to be doing fine and hopefully she’ll dry off quickly.
There’s been a discussion on the raw dairy list about taste of raw milk. Some posters insist that if you milk in a clean environment, put the milk immediately on ice, etc. it makes it taste better. I’m sure that’s true. Some posters said that it depended on the breed of goat and that the Nubians and Nigerians had better tasting milk than Saanens and Toggenburgs. That worried me a bit given I had just added three high-producing Saanens to the herd. I quickly poured off a g;ass of the milk that I milked yesterday and tasted it: it tasted just fine. Not as good as Gwen’s milk, but I don’t like goat milk as much as I like Gwen’s milk. I have always believed that the taste of an animal’s milk or even meat for that matter is directly related to what they eat.
It looks like I’m going to have to drive to Morganton to pick up more meat from my employer so I had better get going and finish up the rest of my chores. Wally and I have been driving a lot more than I like to lately. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks.
Until later …