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