We tricked the first goat, Feta, onto the milking stand with a handful of fresh alfalfa. Once there, Jeanne helped a kid named Mozarella nurse. It was difficult at times, because Mozarella was often more interested in trying to eat Jeanne's braid than nurse Feta, but finally she figured it all out.
The last picture, a little bit of a butt shot - sorry Feta, shows Jeanne working on her newest career as a professional goat milker (she decided to move on from her former aspirations of being a turkey dental hygenist when she discovered that a turkey's teeth are in its crop, not its mouth). She's actually quite good at it. When I tried it, I could do it, but my hands cramped up before I finished one side of one udder. Jeanne finished it and milked the other two goats. We took home a little over a gallon of fresh, raw goat's milk for our efforts, and Jeanne made goat milk yogurt from it right away.
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