End of the Milk Supply

I have chosen to dry up Ginger so as to ease my work load around here. With school back in session I am now so busy with volunteering obligations and basic home necessities and tasks that I had to find a place to cut corners with my time. Unfortunately, the corner I cut was with the goats.

After a bit of research, I learned that the easiest and best way to dry her up is to just stop milking her. Normally, a dairy goat produces milk for ten months after freshening (birthing). So really, Ginger could have produced milk for me until at least January (She was producing on average 12 pounds a day on the last day she was milked - that's a gallon a day). I had thought that I would just not milk her out all the way and naturally and gradually reduce her milk supply over a few weeks; but books say cold turkey is best for goats. For the first week I still cleaned her udders and used teat dip to help prevent mastitis while feeding her on the milk stand. I also used Udder Balm to keep her huge and full udder soft and conditioned. She is doing fine a week later, still a full-looking udder, but it's not hard or hot or red... no sign of mastitis. That's good. I have also reduced her grain amount to just short of two pounds a day; she was getting six pounds, which is crazy, but she seemed to have needed it - and she never got fat in the least. I always felt like I still needed to be giving her even more grain! Anyhow, she seems to be adjusting nicely.

I am now mulling over in my head how to approach this upcoming breeding season. Who to breed? Breed just one goat? Both? Neither? I have wondered about selling both of these girls and starting anew with a different breed, particularly a smaller breed. Ginger is a strong giant of a goat, and she's hard to handle. Another concern I have about breeding Ginger is that she has a lame front leg and I can't see her being able to carry another pregnancy on that leg. I'm afraid it'll just snap in two or she'll not be able to stand on it and just lay on the ground for that last couple months.

Clover is an ideal size in my mind; easily overpowered if need be, and just gentle-natured, she pretty much will go wherever you take her on a leash; but Togg milk is supposedly not great for drinking, and more suited for cheesemaking. I would like to use the milk for drinking and baking, not just for making cheese. So I think I need a more versatile breed. On paper Nubians seem to be the ideal breed for me, but I wasn't so fond of Juniper and Tulip's dispositions. They were loud, fussy, nervous, and not generally friendly to anyone other than me. I figured it was a Nubian breed thing. I could be wrong. It would be pretty easy to aquire more nubians locally.

I feel that perhaps Ginger and Clover should be a package deal since they've been together all of this time, and they are jolly friends. John is not thrilled at all about the idea of getting new goats. I can't blame him, really. But I feel the need to begin again after becoming more familiar with these caprines.

I'm thinking of maybe getting a job too - so how would goats fit into that picture, if at all?

I've got a lot of thinking to do.

The Gruners come a-milkin'

Emma - Jake's best friend - gives it a shot.

Asa - the old pro! Check that finger placement and strong milk stream!

Ann, Emma's mom, also gave milking a try. I am showing her the finger placement that I use.

Ann loves a quart or two of Ginger's milk once in a while. She puts it in her coffee and makes bread with it. Ann is the Wonder Woman who taught me how to make bread. Actually, she let me make it with her and gave me the confidence to finally try it again, on my own, after a 15-year hiatus. My very first loaf of bread back in about '91 was a squat little brick-of-a-loaf. I decided that I needed to meet someone who would walk me through breadmaking. It was really hard learning from a book... finally after all of these years, Ann comes along and happily shows me the ropes. She makes it look so easy.

Another great thing about Ann is that she sews too! That's another thing that I've been wanting to learn alongside someone who actually knows how (as opposed to reading how out of a book). She's happy to teach me that too! I'll let you know how that goes.

Guest Milkers - you could be one too!

One of the things we love most when friends come over is to take them down to let them milk our dairy goat, Ginger. I don't think anyone has ever refused the offer to give milking a try. Ginger is a great sport about it all; as long as she has grain in her dish, she's cool with just about anything.

Here we have Asa's good friend from school. She enjoyed the experience very much.

Here is cousin Nick. A natural. He got a good stream going pretty quickly.

On the left is cousin Jo; somehow we had four people milking the 'ol gal at one time.

Aunt Tammy - also a natural.
Asa takes his turn on Ginger's left, while Tammy works on the right.

Then next day, Ginger was very tender from all the different hands practicing on her. She did a lot of jig dancing and fussing at me when I went to milk her. She's just about back to her tough self again.

how to know when you're done milking

When I first began milking my goat back in April, I wondered if I would know when to stop milking her. How would I know when her udder was empty? Back then I just stopped when it seemed like I did it long enough, or when the milk stream started to slow down. After becoming more experienced I did figure out that when it's empty, you really know it; no doubts. The next freshening, I will be able to get more milk from my goat because now I know how to really "milk her out". The more milk you demand of her, the more she will produce, so milking out all the way keeps her producing the most her body is capable of.

This is Ginger before I milked her this morning (her feet are purple from an antibacterial spray I applied to her because of a skin condition).

Notice how her teats are full and pointing forward.

So then I milked her for about ten minutes or so, and I know that we are finished when I can no longer squeeze out milk. We get to the point where when I squeeze, barely any milk comes out, and the teat basically stays "deflated" - at this point I can't help but say: "Awwww, poor Ginger". This sight always makes me feel so sorry for her!

The upper udder is still round and full, but the lower udder and teats are clearly depleted.

The skin is wrinkled and the udder all shriveled and the teats just hang down and flap in the wind. The girl has given all she can. She's done her duty! Thank you Ginger.

Home Again

Now that the whole family has returned home after being away, we all happy to return to our regular routine. Asa waters the plants as John and Jake go to take care of the goats.

It's afternoon milking time. You may notice that the right side of Ginger's udder is larger than the left. Naturally, we get more milk out of that teat. Right now we are getting about 12 to 13 lbs. of milk a day from Ginger. That comes out to more that 1.5 gallons a day. We unfortunately end up dumping out most of that milk that we get. I occasionally make cheese, and we use some for cereal and to add to John's coffee. But we still get way more than we need. I just gave a 2-quart jar to a friend of ours who is lactose intolerant, and she was interested in trying it out in her coffee to see if she liked it, and if her body could handle it. She loved it and is ready for more already. I really would love to find a family or two who would be interested in using the milk. I don't like throwing it out... it's such a waste.

Goodbye Bucklings!

The boys walk the bucklings out to their new owners. The kids were sad (the human kids), but knew that they were going to a great home.


One last hug!

It was time to say goodbye to the bucklings, Ginseng and Sycamore. They are headed off to a new farm with lots of brush for them to eat. They will now be scrub goats, eating out in a wild field all day long with four other goats. Their new owner is a veterinary assistant and animal lover, so she knows about taking care of the fellas, and will keep them healthy and happy. Good luck to them at their new farm!

In the carrier and ready to meet their new goat family. Bye Ginseng and Sycamore!

First Mozzarella

I made an awesome Mozzarella cheese today. My first try today was a bust (so was my effort yesterday), I thought I knew what I did wrong - too much citric acid - so I ran out for more milk, cleaned all my equipment, and tried again. This time it was a success! I wish I could share this cheese with everyone out there, but you'll have to trust me that this mozzarella was Fantastic! Can you believe that I didn't take a picture of it?

Guess What?

It is good. I've been just dying to finally know for sure. I've been waiting so long to taste it fresh from the source. I guess that I'm doing something right, because our milk doesn't have that goaty finish that I've tasted both times that I was brave enough to drink the stuff. Before, I figured that I was getting the freshest goat milk possible, after all, the milk was from local goat farmers; which in my mind, are the most wholesome, hygienic, forthright, and and just plain good folks on the planet. I'm not sure why the milk from the store tasted bad. Perhaps it wasn't as fresh as I thought. Maybe its shelf life is only a day or two. Perhaps the housing conditions or the handling procedures weren't great. I don't know. But I know first-hand that Ginger's milk is sweet and delicious! No goaty taste at all whatsoever! Tomorrow's breakfast cereal will be topped with our own farm-fresh goat's milk. Yum, yum, yum!

Milking is going well

Ginseng says hello.

Check out this nice, strong milk stream!

At first, I was only able to milk one teat at a time, and forget about aiming the stream! I just set the bucket wherever the stream happened to land... Now, two weeks into this venture, I can milk both teats at one time, and aim them both exactly where I choose! My hands still get tired pretty quickly, but I know that my muscles will only grow stronger, and I will not tire out before I am finished with the job.

Right now I am getting four quarts per milking from Ginger. I plan to only milk once a day - in the morning. Four quarts a day is way more than enough to work with! The boys are put in their own pen at night with food, hay, minerals and water. All night long Ginger makes milk - and at 6:30 in the morning I go out to milk her. When I'm finished milking, I let the fellas out of their pen where they join their mother for breakfast and all day long they have free access to her and her milk. When they leave her for their new home on Father's Day - I can have double the milk each day; or choose to continue milking once a day. A gallon of milk every single day is going to be very difficult to keep up with! We'll see what happens when the time comes.

Disbudding and Hoof Trimming

You can see Ginseng's horn bud burn above his eye.

We took the whole family out to the field for the first time since the bucklings were born. Ginger was nervous the whole time, and Ginseng and Sycamore had a great time.

On Friday evening, both bucklings were disbudded by my animal sitter, Andrea Meyers, of Suzie-Qs pet sitting service. She takes care of all of the animals when we go out of town. In addition to disbudding the little guys, she trimmed Ginger's hooves for me. Gingers hooves have gotten seriously overgrown, and after freshening, she began to walk with a limp.

She's always be very difficult to trim and I've never been able to do a thorough job on her hooves. Well, while she was pregnant, it seemed that her hooves grew at lightening speed, and by the end of her gestation, looked like ones out of a book that demonstrates really, really badly overgrown hooves. I couldn't wait for her to freshen so that I could finally trim them - not supposed to do it during pregnancy for fear of stressing out the doe to the point of aborting. But right after she gave birth, she had a very hard time even standing on the front legs and would sometimes kneel on her front legs and be standing on her hind legs. That's when I knew that she was really in trouble.

Thank goodness for Andrea who came in and took one look at Ginger's feet and insisted on trimming them immediately! Her husband, who helps with disbudding, straddled Ginger in the front, and Andrea straddled Ginger in the rear, and Ginger fought! John came in to help both of them, and Andrea started clipping away! Luckily no hoof rot. It took three adults to trim her dang feet, so I don't feel so awful for not being able to do it by myself all this time. Next time, John and I will know how to hold her to get the job done. I won't let them get that bad ever again!

Today, I can really see improvement in Ginger's walk, she's moving around much better. She even trotted! One leg is still standing badly, but I'm hoping that now that she's no longer carrying all that extra baby weight, and her hooves are trimmed, that she can recover.

Andrea is really great - she will be caring for our goats and cats when we go out of town, including milking Ginger! I love that I have someone that is able to help out like this! Not many folks, especially ones with goats, have someone to look after their farm animals when they want to get away from the farm.

adjusting to life outside the kidding pen

Sycamore and Ginseng Nibbles Holdee (you can kinda see his wonky front leg) really like it outside the kidding pen. Despite their small size, they seem to be fearless around the other larger goats. Tulip and Juniper especially seem really spooked by the little guys. T&J want to do the goat butting game (no actual contact) with the babies - who are not put off by this at all.

A family moment in the fresh air.

Ginger's Babies Have Arrived!

Sunday morning Ginger was acting weird. I was wondering if perhaps she was going into labor. After a few moments, she began acting normal again, so I dismissed it, but decided that I should check back with her every so often during the day just to be sure. I never made it back to check on her until their dinner time, and when I walked into the barn, she was standing there with her water bag hanging out of her. I yelled to her "Hold On Ginger! I'll be right back!!" I dropped my bucket and ran back to the house to get the fellas and some.... towels? What do I need? I don't remember!

By the time I returned to Ginger's side her bag had dropped and she was standing and nervously bleating at me as if she was completely bewildered about what the heck was happening to her body. I led her to her birthing pen as the other goats watched with great curiosity.

Over the next two hours Ginger worked very hard to work her first baby out of the birth canal. John and I both had our hand at helping her get the babies out. We were really getting nervous at how long it was taking... our books said that it should be over in minutes rather than hours - and it had been over two hours. Finally with great relief to all, the first kid arrived. A few minutes later, the second one came out very easily and quickly, in just one push.

Ginger was a great mom from the moment the bucklings arrived, licking them clean and encouraging them to nurse.

One of the bucklings has a problem with one of his front legs. The knee joint doesn't seem to be able to lock, so he can't put any weight on it. That doesn't seem to slow him down much - he still gets around and does his best to keep up with his rambunctious and energetic brother. Asa called him Jumper - but has since changed his name to Ginseng Nibbles Holdee. I've named him Ginseng, and Asa figured that he needed a middle and last name: He loves to nibble at fingers that are put in his face and loves to be held, hence the name. The other fella with the wonky leg has been named Sycamore by Jake.

These are very cute, yet temporary additions to our barn. They already have a new home to go to once they have been castrated and dehorned. A friend of John's from B&D who has a farm will take them to use as scrub goats and pretty ornaments for his property. We will enjoy them very much while they are with us.

Stray Dog of Seven Valleys

This fella was chasing our chickens and our neighbors chickens all over the place on a Saturday afternoon. He stayed with us for 4 days while we looked for his family. He didn't have a microchip, and no family turned up - so unfortunately, we had to take him to the York Co. SPCA. He was a sweetie.

Runner after his bath! He was filthy from running through all of those puddles!

Runner sleeping comfortably at John's feet.

Snow Goats

I don't understand why these goats want to stand outside on the thick layer of snow and ice when they could be cozy in their straw bed!

Visit to Perrydell Dairy Farm

No matter what time of year it is, one of our favorite things to do out here in the country is to visit Perrydell Dairy Farm. It is a 15-minute drive to this family-owned cow dairy and farm market. This family bottles their own milk and sells it from their market right on the farm. They also make their own ice cream from their milk, which is creamy and delicious and comes in many different flavors to choose from! In their store, you can find anything from locally made cheeses and their own ready-to-eat desserts, soups, and salads, to breads, baking mixes, candies, and unique kitsch for your home. And of course, they sell lots of milk. A local woman, Norma Warner, sells her farm's goat milk at Perrydell, and she also just started selling her own farmstead fresh goat's milk cheese. I hear that this cheese is delicious, but I haven't had the opportunity to taste it myself, because it sells out so quickly. While visiting, you might be lucky enough to run into Tom Perry, one of the family members who makes the farm a success. He can be very friendly and informative if he's got a chance between his many farm chores to chat with you.

Even on this 20-degree day, the kids cannot pass up an opportunity to experience the delights of Perrydell's hand-dipped ice cream. On the front porch you can sit on the long bench and eat before heading back to see the new arrivals on the farm. They have a constant flow of newborn calves arriving to, one day, add to the milk production at the dairy.

If you get there at the right time, you may get a chance to watch the cows being milked in the parlor - eight at a time - through a large glass window. Or you might be able to watch the process of bottling that same milk. On this day, the kids had the great honor of bottle-feeding the calves!

There were probably 15-20 calves on this particular day. Some are kept in wooden sheds, some were in individual fenced-in plastic housing. Calves are so cute and full of energy, especially at feeding time. A few were so excited to eat, that they were giddily jumping around their pens when they saw the bottle coming. I was surprised at how much air they were capable of getting!

Here you see the full grown cows at feeding time. Their feed is extremely fragrant, and can be smelled from very far away. Some of the cows are very curious about their small visitors and attempt to sniff and/or taste them. This dairy farm is a great place to spend an afternoon anytime of the year. When you come to visit us, lets go to Perrydell!

winter flurry

This time of year, it's hard to keep a constant offering of liquid water. I take fresh water out 2-3 times a day, depending on how fast it freezes over.


Chickens eat their crumbles.


Snowy Juniper.

Farmer Ed's Boer kids

I heard from a friend that Farmer Ed, the fella that I buy my alfalfa hay from, has 28 new kids that were born within the last two weeks. He keeps Boer/Saanen mix goats. Mostly Boer in them. He sells them at auction. My friend invited us to go with her and her daughter to visit with and handle the goats. Farmer Ed wants his goats to be friendly, so he likes people to come and spend some time with the kids. We were more than happy to go cuddle with these newborns!

This thermometer was hung just outside the door to the barn. If you look closely, at the bottom it says: "dead stock and animal removal". This is the kind of thing that I would have had displayed in my college residence back in the day. I thought it a strange sort of thing to have up on your livestock barn. Seems to portray a hopeless attitude about what you're doing. I have to confess that the thought to steal this little gem crossed my mind - but I'm too old to do such things anymore.

After walking into the barn the first thing I see is this shocking sight. Ironic.

I later learned that one of these babies was born directly into a bucket of water in it's mother's kidding pen.

Two dead goat kids laying in a wheelbarrow. It was bizarre - I kept expecting to see them breathing, or twitch in reaction to a dream, or change their sleepy position. But they didn't move at all. They were eerily still. As my boys observed them and asked if they were dead, they showed almost no reaction at all when I confirmed their suspicions. They just walked on toward the live babies in the fenced loafing area. Dead babies forgotten, once inside the fence they each immediately picked up the first baby they could get their hands on. I think they held every baby in there at least once.

The boys got to see first-hand the beauty of kids nursing from their mothers. They found this sight to be amazing and it never seemed to lose it's magic to them. The goat kids were pretty active and vocal and as a whole seemed to be pretty healthy. There was one kid, who was the smallest of the bunch, who was obviously not doing well. Later Farmer Ed said he didn't expect her to make it. She wouldn't nurse from her mother, wouldn't take a bottle, and he and his wife had been tube feeding her. Her back legs and rump were covered with runny poop and she just stood there, not showing the same vigor and energy as the other babies. That baby really bothered the boys who kept asking if she was going to be alright. I hope she will be.

On our way out, Farmer Ed arrived home from church. He says that he's got a secret stash of that good alfalfa hay left over that he'll sell me! I am so glad - I've been buying my hay from Agway. It's mediocre. I'd like my goats to have nice hay, especially in this cold weather - and with my pregnant girl.

Despite the harsh realities of life on the farm, it was a nice visit and good to see how another goat farmer does his thing.