Sausage Soup, Buttermilk Biscuits and Procrastination

In between writing stories Sunday morning I made a batch of sausage soup and buttermilk biscuits. I didn’t get to eat any of it until I got home from photographing an opera competition but it hit the spot then. Ate more of it last night – warmed up the leftover biscuits in a cast iron pan. It hit the spot again. Will eat more of it tonight – maybe with some fresh buttermilk biscuits.

I have three stories to write today because I was lazy yesterday afternoon and didn’t write any. It’s 6:30 and I’ve been up for several hours now and all I want to do is go back to bed. I hate this time change.

March Storm-2

This is how I feel about three nights of low twenty degree weather. Maybe this will be the last of it. The weekend’s weather is looking pretty good so hopefully we can get at least part of the barn closed in. I probably won’t be milking for another three weeks to a month now. Anxious to start and I will probably be cursing it in a few months.

Next year, since we’ll have a barn, I’ll breed at least some of the does so they kid earlier. This is so that come fall the bucklings will be big enough to be sold for meat. Kidding this late, they likely won’t be big enough until November or December. Hopefully by then goat prices will still be high.

I see tons of people selling bottle babies now. We don’t normally sell bottle babies. We keep the kids on their mothers during the day, put them up in a pen at night (where they can see and hear their mothers), milk the does in the morning and then put the kids back with them. We don’t get as much milk but the does raise their own kids and if ever I don’t want to milk in the morning, we don’t put the kids up. We don’t start putting up the kids until they are about two weeks old.

I don’t like bottle babies – they are obnoxious, especially the bucks. Once we get a doe trained to the milk stand it usually are no problem getting them to get on the milk stand. Goats are very driven by food and once they figure out that they’re going to get fed on the stand, they fight to come in.

That said, one of my goats, a purebred Saanen named Rose, has a daughter that we kept from last year. Her father was a French Alpine which we bottle raised. She was 100 percent dam-raised and she’s wild as a March Hare. All the time that I raised goats (probably from 2008 to about 2014 or so) we dam-raised our goat kids and they all broke to the milk stand. This little goat, her name is Black Ear, seems wilder than they were but we’ll see.

Part of the construction on the barn includes setting up a kid pen with an alleyway that leads into the milk room. I’ll be able to completely close in the area before the kid pen so that I can either catch or run the goats up into the milk room. Like I said, they’ve always calmed down and became good milk goats before. Hopefully that will happen this time. If not, then I may need to re-evaluate dam-raising the doe kids I plan to keep. They are far better off on their mothers.

Until later …