My view from the milk stool was full of exciting revelations – first, the cooler mornings result in fewer flies. That’s a wonderful thing. The other, which is perhaps more important, if you scratch a goat’s back, she lets her milk down better. I’ve got a couple who are reluctant to give up their milk. Promise me, what babies they have on them are very well fed, so well fed in fact that they’ll frequently run to the hay feeder before they get milk when they’re let out in the morning. Some of my goats are very opinionated, however, and feel like they can do what they want. Well, scratch the back and the milk comes out. It’s very important to be smarter than the goat.
I’m so glad to be able to let the goats roam the entire pasture now. I couldn’t do that when the sheep were there because the sheep would have ended up in the barn eating all of the goats’ hay. Sheep are pigs in disguise. Anyway, the goats go out for a walkabout, then return and sleep for a while before going back out again.
While I was milking, I let Ezra, this year’s buck, out to graze around the garden. When I was through milking, I shook the grain can and he came running. Ezra is fat as a tick right now and only gets a handful of oats, barley, alfalfa pellets and black oil sunflower seeds.
The sheep kept the pastures mowed down to about nothing and were prone to Barber Pole worms which is another reason why I didn’t want the goats out into the pasture. I try to keep the goats worm-free utilizing herbal wormers and supplements, only reverting to chemical wormer if I absolutely have to. The goats don’t eat the grass so much as they browse which cuts down some on their susceptibility to worms.
Wally took this image yesterday. This is down where there used to be a house so there’s trash in the hole there. It’s one of those many “to-dos” that we just don’t get to. We won’t be doing it this time of year due to the potential of digging up a snake.