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. 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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