Milking Room

I find, as a wanna be photographer, that is difficult to take a picture of wind. 

That is, unless, the trees are bent half way over, but still, how would the viewer really get a sense of the howling of the wind, or the fact that all the trees in my yard aren’t always just bent over sideways. 

So, we’ll have to go on trust for this one. 

Trust me that these tree branches were holding on for dear life to their trunks in an effort not to be ripped off, flung through the air and used as natures weapons to strike me dead as I walked (ran) down to the barn to milk.

Trust me that the windows could have almost blown in and that the milk pan nearly blew to Kansas. 

And trust me, that I’m thankful for the 1 1/2 week old milking room.  (Count down:  4 days left until the next bi-weekly chicken coop remodel by the Animal Whisperer).

I LOVE THE MILKING ROOM.

The wind can’t touch me in here.

And that heater pumps out a mean burst of warm air.

My milking seat with wheels fits snugly under the stanchion, except for the times when my 3-year-old attempts to convince me that it is HIS and he needs it to tie to the back of his tricycle for some very important rock hauling.

And, the stanchion had a style update when the boys painted it Picture Gallery Red…a color that has shown up in various places throughout Animal Whisperer’s home remodeling and furniture building history.

The milk room is inside the chicken coop/goat pen/bunny sanctuary, so a door is required.  

Closing it off keeps it cleaner, keeps the sweet feed safe from the ever-devouring goats, keeps the heat in and the cold out.

But most importantly, it provides the next milker in line a place to rear up on her hind legs, slam her front feet on the door thunder-crack-like, peer in through the window and scare the daylights out of me on an otherwise calm milking shift. 

And then there’s her. 

Guess what happens when a chicken perches overhead?

Recall the scientific research:  What Goes Up Must Come Down.  Think of gravity. 

She drops sporadic bombs far too close to the milk stand. 

In the Animal Whisperer’s next coop remodel, we’ll need a roof over the milk room.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
This entry was posted in Farm Life. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s