Milk. Glorious fresh, raw, creamy goats milk. It is quite possibly one of the things I am most proud of to be producing right here on our small farm. Our girls are fed an organic, non-gmo, soy free feed, with more browsing than they can eat. Their milk truly is as good as it gets and I get it fresh twice a day, everyday! With Karen and Audrey both in milk, I currently have way too much to drink. I can't keep up just drinking it alone! FYI, this is a very good problem to have. I love any and all dairy products, so my goal is to produce as many as I can with the milk that I have on hand.
Ricotta is one of the easiest and quickest cheeses that you can make with the simplest ingredients. It doesn't have to age and is ready to use within a half hour or so, nor is it as temperamental as mozzarella. Bonus! Basically, it's a great cheese to get your feet wet and isn't everything better with a little ricotta? Some make ricotta with leftover whey from other cheeses, which makes a skim/low fat ricotta. I however am a full fat/whole milk kind of girl, so I make my ricotta with milk not whey. Here's how to make it:
Well, it finally happened! After 147 long days of waiting, Karen finally gave birth to a healthy, beautiful doeling on June 18th! The labor and delivery was textbook, and I couldn't have asked for it to go any better. She was showing signs of passive labor the whole day - her ligaments were gone, her udder was full and tight, and you could tell she was occasionally getting some contractions. She was however, being her typical self and pushing everyone else around, gorging on hay, and showing no signs of slowing down. I kept my eye on her and was popping in and checking on her every hour or so throughout the day without any signs of her progressing.
During my evening chores, when I was doing my feedings and milking Audrey I noticed a long, gloopy string dangling from her backside. This was right about the time that the skies were parting, a torrential downpour started, and lightening and thunder was cracking and shaking the barn. She was losing her plug which meant that it was time for me to hunker down because babies were on the way! She almost instantaneously started showing changes in behavior. She was clearly uncomfortable, bedding down, getting up, pawing at the ground, and occasionally pushing her head against the wall to brace herself during contractions. I didn't know how long it would it would take, but I was mentally and physically prepared to be there for the long haul and sleep in the barn if need be. In between the cracks of lightening and rumbles of thunder, she bedded down for the final time and started to push...
Since constructing our Mini Dairy Goat Barn last fall, we have certainly gotten some use out of it! We have added three new does and Karen is due to kid next month. While we got it constructed and set up "good enough" to get us through the winter, we have have taken the past several months to work on the finer details. Because it's mini, I have to maximize every bit of space I can for storage and to allow me to be more efficient...but still have room to move around. I have to walk a fine line between storage and efficiency, and making it over cluttered Since my last post, additional stalls have been built, shelving put up, sliding doors added, and a milk stand constructed.
Aside from some finishing trim work, adding a roof extension/canopy, and running electricity (aside from my ghetto extension cord) down and installing some outlets, I am calling it "done". I've said it before and I'll say it again, you can do a lot in a small space with a well thought out design! I am more than happy with how this has turned out, and the girls seem more than content in their new digs.
I have been milking Audrey loyally everyday, three times a day now for about a month. We have developed a nice little routine that I truly enjoy and look forward to. I bounce out of bed first thing anxious to get down to the barn, and am chomping at the bit to get started in the evening. It may lose that new feeling after a while, but that whole fresh milk everyday part will never get old.
When you first start milking a new dairy goat or cow, it can be stressful. You may have issues with them being uncooperative, or you fear did I milk them enough? Am I taking the proper precautions? You don't want to inadvertently cause production to drop by not emptying their udder, and of course mastitis is always a concern. Because we drink our milk raw, sanitation in the process is of the upmost importance because I don't have pasteurization as a safeguard. I have to prevent it from getting into the process in the first place, and this is where a routine comes in very handy. If you take the necessary steps and precautions everyday, two or three times a day, it becomes muscle memory and eventually you don't even have to think about what you're doing. The routine becomes second nature, and I take comfort knowing I can safely drink my raw milk, while doing everything possible to keep up maximum production and Audrey healthy.
My dream of having my own goat to milk has come true! I recently welcomed home a doe in milk that I purchased from my friend/goat mentor/dairy goat breeder. Last Thursday I welcomed home Audrey, a second freshener Nigerian Dwarf who sadly lost her kids at birth. I milked Audrey at my friend Angelas the night I brought her home and she was a dream on the stand. She would give the occassional foot stomp, but that was it! She stood like a champ and quietly munched on her grain while I emptied her udder full of creamy milk. Talk about a breeze!
I brought her home afterwards and was already looking forward to waking up the next morning to head down to my own barn, bucket in tow and milk her on my stand. Well, morning came, the bucket was in tow, and what ensued was total chaos! Bronco bucking, kicking, handstands, at one point she actually sat down! Who was this goat and what did she do with Audrey?! I couldn't even touch her. I was frustrated to the point of crying and didn't understand what was wrong with her and why this was happening to me. I called the woman who lives up the street from me and asked her to come down to help me and hold her legs. It was ugly and stressful, certainly not this picture perfect vision I had in my head, but we got the job done. Friday night she came to help again, and now here I am a mere two days later typing this and happy to say that I am milking her solo without issue. So, how did I get to this point? Read on friends.
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