Nine days ago, Day 114. November 8, 2010.
Dottie + Urine and Semen.
It now takes 1 person to milk. We now have a milk stand. We have a fully enclosed and fully completed goat pen. We even have a milking room.
And, we now have Dottie. Urine and semen came with her at no extra charge.
No, I’m not kidding.
We bought her at the same time we bought Lucy, from the same farmers, about a month and a half ago. But, we left her there to get bred one rather handsome fellow.
That is if you consider a giant wet river rat dredged in oil, grease, urine and semen with a long beard and a prominent teeth baring underbite handsome.
No. He is absolutely hideous looking and disgusting. But he makes babies and that’s the tradeoff we have to take in life.
And, he REEKS. HE is the reason goat’s milk has a bad name. HE is the reason people who tasted goat’s milk in their childhood have never recovered from the trauma. HE is the reason people think goats stink. HE and all other balls-intact males like him.
Why, of course, because of his perfume. To attract the ladies, he pees all over himself. But, as if that were not enough, he spreads semen on himself like frosting on a cake. Mostly, you don’t want to go near him.
Because. if. you. do. YOU’LL SMELL JUST LIKE HIM!
So, back to Dottie. She’s a very sweet goat and we picked her up yesterday. And her odor.
Because she has spent the last month with Lickety Split (his name says it all…he’s good with the ladies, you know), she smells almost as bad as he does. We only hope we get some babies out of it.
The minute she entered the pen, the other three goats ran to her and smelled deeply, many times. That’s as close as they’re gonna get to a buck for a long time. They’re jealous.
And, now that she’s with Canela, Lilac and Lucy, they smell like her too. And because I milk them, I smell like her too.
My children find it rather odd to see me come in the side door almost completely undressed, but if I wear my milking clothes inside, my house will smell the same way.
No, I don’t milk naked.
Yes, I do disrobe on the deck to avoid contaminating the house with Lickety Split’s perfume.
– The Goat Cheese Lady