I just realized the other day that this will be my 8th year of milking. Every day. Actually, most of this time was twice a day.
For the sake of being thruthful, I did take a two and a half months break last winter, when I had everybody bred to freshen within the same month - April - so the dry period was the same for all of them, so no milking for me.
Take the two and a half months out of 8 years, there is still a whole lot of time left. In the beginning there were goats, then one cow and goats, then more cows and goats, and after that only cows.
It’s possible that I am setting the scene for a question that has started to bug me recently: why am I doing all this?
Me writing here is an attempt to find the answer to that question.
It’s also a practice for a skill I am trying to get better at.
And I’m also trying to find my voice. They say everyone has one. For some it’s just not that obvious or it’s burried deeper.
So far I’m not very fond of my voice. I sound like an accountant ( well, which I am!) reading a bunch of numbers. Boring to tears.
I really hope there is truth in “practice makes perfect”. I’m gonna practice till I get better at it. And then some.