Wherever you find yourself, there you are. And that is life, as usual. Now that my son is not here to help with the chores, the first thing I really need to deal with is selling a few of the goats. I have too many to handle by myself now that he has moved on. Every day, twice a day at chore time, this truth reveals itself, whether I want to acknowledge it or not.
Tonight, it was just a mess at milking time. I had the boys and Jingle in a neighboring paddock eating down some tasty weeds, and when I let the big boys back into their home paddock for dinner, the little buckling would not follow. Well, I left him in the other paddock with Jingle the donkey while she ate her grain allotment for the day, and when I was getting her back into the home paddock, he slipped out behind her and got loose. Wandering the work area and the places outside the paddocks. He is a little bit shy of people, so I could not grab him right away.
Well, I decided I could work around him for awhile, so I started to get everything ready for milking and the evening feed. I got the first girl up onto the milk stand, and realized I had left my milk buckets up at the house. I was sweaty and hot, it was raining, the milk stand was half in and half out of the greenhouse and the goat’s backside was getting wet, so I decided to just milk and toss it. Awful, I know, but it was about all I could do. (I was also trying not to get the halter heart monitor wet. The doctor wants me to wear one for a few days to see if they need to tweak my beta blocker meds a little. I could not have picked a more perfect week, hot humid and rainy. Yuck!). And so chores went the way that chores have so many times in the past, downhill very quickly. After I milked her, the little buckling came wandering into the greenhouse where the feed is stored, and I was able to grab him and get him home. Phew!
But, in the end it turned out to be a great chore evening. When I finally got all the milking mamas back into their paddock, I had to go in to move some feeders around. It really began to rain pretty hard then, and I just hung out with my girls and relaxed. Pippi was rubbing her wet and itchy head on my hip, one of Edna’s girls was sniffing my arm and nibbling on my shirt, Peanut wanted some head rubs, and we all just stood there together and waited until the worst of the rain was over. A little cluster of wet, itchy souls, waiting for the bus, or whatever.
And so it goes. No milk for cheese tonight, but tomorrow it will be better. I have not hit my routine stride yet, but it will happen, and it will be a lot easier if I can move a few of the herd on. I don’t need to be milking 4 goats, it’s too much milk for me to deal with, and just that more to do on my own. It will be difficult to let any of the girls go, but it’s what I need to do. Life always seems to be a work in progress, doesn’t it?