My freezer is gradually filling with jars of goat milk destined for bars of soap. But even though I’ve been celebrating our milking efforts, I must admit that it’s nothing like a true dairy operation. Unlike many goat dairywomen in this area, I’m not dedicated enough to do it twice a day, every day, so I let the kids—Jack, Jubilee, Tonto, Minnie, and Moey—happily take over the milking chores when I’m short of time and energy. At this point, I’m just a dairy dabbler.
|A cold milking morning|
|Besides Meels' milk, Moey loves Russian olives (pictured), alfalfa, grain, crackers|
“For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace.” –JOHN 1:16 (NASB)