Milking Room Moving Day.

I almost can’t bear it.  Milking inside 4 walls in a small, barn-smelly milking room.  No more milking outside in the beautiful scenery, looking at the red rocks in the fresh air.  It’s a necessary change I dread making.  Every cold night, I think, “I’ll just tough it out outside tonight.  Tomorrow and the next few days will be warmer.”

And, they are.  I’ve bought myself an extra month that way.

But then, it becomes obvious.  Milking outside will cause circulatory harm to my bodily tissues, the wipes for the udders will be frozen solid, my fake-fur-lined hood will block my peripheral vision that is necessary to ensure no bears or coyotes sneak up on me, and my students will not appreciate having their first milking experience in the snow.

So, The Animal Whisperer is outside.  Right now.  At 7:08pm, in his winter barn outfit with a damp flour sack cloth* tied over his nose and mouth.  In the dark.  And wind.  Cleaning the summer’s worth of mouse poop out of the milking room to make way for his adoring wife and her milk stand.  Now, that’s true love.

*The cloth is to make sure he doesn’t inhale any of the potentially paralysing mouse dropping dust.  Hopefully he doesn’t.  That would make for some awful days ahead at the farm.

So, cross your fingers.


His health depends on it.

And, so does the survival of our farm.

–  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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