State of The Milk Stanchion

Since the kidding pen has finally been converted to the kid pen (meaning no more goat baby births), I've been locking the kids up at night in order to get lots o' milk for the morning milkings.

Help us, we're being held against our will every night!
And being served grain, fresh water and made to sleep on soft
straw instead of having to lay down on the damp ground outside.

Nettie gets milked first, then Annette, then New Goat (yeah yeah, still haven't named her).  Nettie is actually giving me a bit of a problem; she's holding her milk back on me, something she's never done before.  I'll get a half-gallon from her, then she won't let the rest of her milk down.  I gently massage it, firmly massage it, bump it, rub it with a warm towel, even talk dirty to her.  I'm even thinking of trying some Udder Shiatsu.  But no more milk.  Then as soon as I let her out of the milk stand and the twin bucklings come a'running, you can almost hear the milk slosh down into her teats.

Annette is milking just fine and New Goat is doing ok on the stand, although she'll occasionally give her back legs a kick and I've lost one container of milk because of it.  Not that the chickens and cats minded the little unscheduled snack.  So all in all, we've got milk flowing here again, and I'm pretty happy.  Except that I'm running out of room in the fridge.

One of my two normal weekly milk customers isn't in town yet, so I'm pretty much swimming in milk and continually having to move things in the fridge in order to find a place for the jars.  Time to make some cheese I suppose.

Or have milk with every meal.  And chocolate milk for snacks.

Or get a pig.

Hmmmmmm..........