Day 1 – Milking (July 18, 2010)

After the entire day’s work finishing the goat pen in 98 degree weather, and being thoroughly and utterly exhausted and starving, we still had to milk.

WE HAD NEVER MILKED ANYTHING IN OUR LIVES.  Our goats were sort of like our kids.  They did not come with instruction books.  Or training sessions.

Oh, wait, I take that back.  The farmer we bought them from did give me a 12 second training in milking.  He said “You just go like this,” and showed me to put my index finger to the base of my thumb on that wedge of skin between your thumb and index finger, then squeeze in your middle finger, then your ring finger, then your pinky finger.  He milked the air with his hand. 

12 seconds.  That was it.  I was now educated.

And it only took 5 of us to milk Canela the first time.

 

My mother-in-law holding the goat’s head, the Animal Whisperer holding her feet (we learned this important step after she stepped in the milk), both boys running to get grass to feed her, and me, the expert, milking.

In this first episode, the expert got pooped on, got poop in the milk and allowed the goat to step in the milk. 

And, to milk two goats, it took 45 minutes.  We had no milk stand.  We had hardly a finished goat pen.  We had no knowledge. 

But we had five of us.  And that’s what it took to get them milked the first time, the second, third, fourth and fifth times.  Twice a day.

Things can only get better from here.

 – 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
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