Milk, milk every where,
And all that was stored did shrink;
Milk, milk, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
Pickles was four weeks old yesterday. She's in with the rest of our itty-bitty herd all day and night now.....except when she squeezes out of the cattle panel fencing. Which is a bit annoying. And will be even more annoying, if not outright infuriating (and requiring some drastic measures) if she figures out that she can jump on the vehicles. But mainly she just ventures out of the pen to munch on what green grass or weeds she can find just beyond the goat yard.
But back to the lack of milk. Or should I say, the lack of milk that we are getting to drink. Between the hungry little goat and the two gallons a week I sell, there isn't much left for us.
Pickles is tipping back the milk like it's going out of style. I guess I never noticed the amount of milk the kids drank before as I've never had to bottle feed any of them. I've got to the point now where I can give her one last feeding between 11 pm and Midnight and then get to sleep a full six hours until I feed her again at 5 or 6 in the morning. During the day I'll feed her every three or so hours.
Since I am ever curious, yesterday I measured out how much milk she drank in a 24 hour period. She sucked down eighty-nine ounces; that's just over 5 1/2 pounds of milk! And I weighed her in at eighteen and a half pounds this morning before her first feeding. She's drinking almost a third of her body weight in milk. Wow. Can you imagine if you (assuming one weighed 150 lbs.) drank that much? You'd have to drink SIX gallons of milk a day. I'm getting bloated just thinking about it.