aka: How to Give Yourself a Milk Bath in the Barn
In our endeavors to eat and grow wholesome food, some challenges must arise to grow us (or *me* at least!) both in wisdom and humility. Sometimes vegetable seeds don’t sprout and sometimes foxes quietly swipe freeranging hens. I’m thinking that those wonderful hobby home or farm photos in magazines with the rosy sunlight filtering through trees over the rooster’s bright feathers are really not telling the whole story, because truth be told, if the whole story was told, no one would grow or raise anything. I’m not even sure a toddler would keep trying to walk if she knew she was going to fall on her hiney half a hundred times either.
Our latest challenge involved our Kinder milk goat. She freshened with her first kidding successfully, giving us three handsome bucklings (and yes, I’m still learning all those fancy words!). Anyhow, turns out one of the bucks would rather chomp than suckle. All breastfeeding mamas are now cringing, yes?
So we were trying to gently milk our doe without causing her pain in her healing teat. Which meant I could not hand milk her. It was a pretty stressful situation because she was full of milk but not getting milked out by the bucklings anymore because I separated them overnight to give her a break. I didn’t know what to do! One friend recommended I put together a makeshift handpump and another (bless her heart) recommended a breastpump. Which I had in a dresser drawer! Dumb thing never worked for me so I don’t know why I kept it.
Anyhow, here we were working together. I am holding the cup on the doe’s teat, my daughter is holding her legs because she doesn’t want us near her wound, and my son is working the pump. And, oh yes, my husband had grabbed the camera to join us. The doe could otherwise care less about what we were doing because she had a face full of grain to enjoy.