We milk Mali every morning. We could milk her twice or even three times a day, but we are away from the farm a lot in the evening, so we just milk her in the morning. So what that means is we have to go out every night and separate Babybel, Mali's doeling, from her mom. If we didn't separate her she would nurse during the night, and there would be no milk for us in the morning. Babybel is little so we just stick her in a dog cage that we keep out in the goat shed. I don't know what we'll do when she's bigger. I might need to get Farm Hand Dad to make a stall.
But this morning we went out to the goat shed to get Mali for milking, and this is what we saw:
Not only was she out of her cage, she was standing on top of it. I could almost hear her say, "You will NOT keep me locked in a cage. Victory is mine!" I don't know how she got out. Maybe she's in cahoots with one of the bucklings. You know, trading her portion of grain for a little help.
So no milk for us this morning.
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