I hope you all had a restful weekend, in the U.S.A. or outer reaches thereof. 
We had a close-to-home holiday because of fuel prices. It was the best time I had in a while.
On Saturday, we visited with Paula, our goat milk lady. She had three new kids living on her front porch! They were less than a week old; one was less than 48 hours old. The younger was “nearly half dead” when Paula found him, but he was a little fighter and seemed to want to live. Jeff and I stuck around to bottle feed the kids. Wow, was that fun! I got goat milk all over my linen blouse. Who cares? I was so very blessed to give a baby goat a meal. 
Then we watched the goats graze on fresh spring grass while Paula finished the morning milking. Good grass = Good Milk. One big older mama goat (I don’t remember her name) walked around the pasture with me, stopping to give my face a good sniffing every once and a while. The guard dogs also followed us, so it appeared to be some sort of animal parade through the meadow. Wish I had my camera with me to show all you.
The gallon of milk we brought home was the best we’ve had yet. Not goaty tasting at all! So smooth, creamy, yet not heavy to the tummy. The grass and goats made a great glass of milk!
