The night before last, it was beautiful outside and the kids were running and playing and generally enjoying the weather as we were milking. When I got Pixie up on the stand (her udder is completely healed now and so soft and easy to milk) my youngest who is five came running into the milk shed and wanted to milk. So he crawled up on the milk stand and perched on my lap and reached up grabbed the teats. At first he couldn't get anything out and I told him to squeeze the top first the then the bottom.
He gets this look of total concentration on his face and is repeating, "Top, bottom, top, bottom." and he starts getting several good squirts out of each side. Then he says, "It's commin out. I love milking. I love the goats."
It was so cute and Pixie stood rock solid the whole time, I was so proud of her.
Then yesterday my brother and his new wife came out. Oh my goodness, she asked some of the funnies things. She wanted to try the goat milk. She normally hates milk but absolutely loved the goat milk. So did her daughter. They also loved the yogurt and the butter. Then she asked, "But can you cook with it?"
We told her yes and she said, "But there isn't any oil in it." We told her the butter is made from cream, just like the butter at the store.
Then she wanted to see the goats and we took her out there. She loved them, but then she pointed at Pixie's udder and was like, "Is it supposed to be that big?"
There were still several hours left before milk time and I told her that it would get bigger. Then she asked, "How do they make the milk? Is it like a mammary system?"
Um yes, they make it just like any other mammal does.
Then we showed her the chickens and gathered some eggs. We showed her the green eggs laid by a couple of the ladies and she asked, "How do get them to lay green eggs?"
So we explained it was the breed of chicken.
It was a lot of fun. She loved everything and enjoyed learning all about it all. It was really a lot of fun, but funny too.
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