Don’t Resist

 Here’s how it started the other night.  Me.  Peacefully finishing up milking the last goat of the evening…Canela. 

The process once finished is this:  Remove red and blue sweet feed bucket from its holder and place by Canela’s shoulder to entice her to remove her head from the guillotine and shove it in the feed bucket again.  Then, move the feed bucket (while dragging her head inside of it) toward the door so she jumps off the stand and leaves so I can clean up.

That process all worked.

Until Dottie made up her mind to FORCE her way in.  Then Lucy on her tail.

When Dottie makes up her mind, it’s nearly impossible for any human to change it.

Reminder:  Dottie is the brown one with the white spottie.  Lucy is black.

Dottie pushes her way through my full body milkroom-doorway-blockade.  I grab her collar.  She spins me around so that my arm is pinned (backwards) against the inside of the milk room wall while my body remains stubbornly outside.  If not for my semi-diligent yoga practice, my shoulder would have immediately popped out of the socket.  However, after 3 seconds of near dislocation, I gave in to Dottie and her brute strength. 

She thundered in straight for the sweet feed bucket.  Lucy jumped up on the stand after her. 

And I, thinking of that old Iroquois saying,  “What you resist, persists,” gave in to the madness. 

I have learned it is easier to fully succumb and then work it out later.  Throw out one goat at a time, safely closing the door afterward so the exiled goat may not return.  Repeat process until 4 goats are removed.

If you try to block all 4 goats (i.e. resist) from entering,

The Goats Will Win (i.e. persist).

–  The Goat Cheese Lady


About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Then I was an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life. Now, after moving to the country, I have embarked on life as a rural farmgirl, complete with my husband, the Animal Whisperer, man of exceptional knowledge and patience, two boys who are louder than my sister and I ever were, a herd of milking goats, and a flock of egg-laying chickens. Coyotes, mice, country dogs and prairie dogs are frequent visitors. Just 45 minutes north is Colorado Springs, the setting for our first six years in the goat world. Our family. Our city friends. Our introduction to cheesemaking. But we...and our growing farm and soon-to-be creamery...have set up shop down off of Highway 115 in Penrose, Colorado.
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One Response to Don’t Resist

  1. Monex says:

    We had goats geese chickens cows cats and dogs I was in kid heaven but I had my enemies too. Every day my mother milked the goats and every day the billy goat would rear up on his hind legs paw at the air and bleat at me. I was terrified so my mother gave me a stick I m not sure if that counts as animal abuse or not but the Billy Goat would loom over me and I would wave the stick in his general direction and miracle of miracles he would back off.

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