Someone Bring Me a Beer

Today was a crazy one in the dairy.  This time of year the goats typically have a pretty high somatic cell count which means we can't use the milk for cheese and the girls have to be milked out by hand.  Also the bulk tank was full of un-usable milk this morning so the milk from goats that did get milked by machine had to go into (very very clean) buckets.

Milking them by hand wasn't actually that hard, I guess my hands are getting stronger, but we did have one small catastrophe this morning when my co-worker forgot to move the pipe over to the sink once the milking was done and I walked into the dairy room to find the floor covered in two inches of milk.  Luckily and surprisingly, this was not my fault but it is an easy mistake to make.  It made for even more stress at a very stressful time over at the farm.

That said, the girls were all very well-behaved and I've really started to get a feel for their various personalities.  I love my job.

Did I say beer?  I meant whisky.