Where My Milk Comes From

After the book sale on Saturday, we visited Paula’s goats. Here are the lovely ladies who supply my milk:

The yearlings are in the front pen and the milkers are resting behind them. I know they look awfully crowded there but they have a separate “play yard” with lots of boulders and nibblies by the trees.

Two bottle-fed babies scampering around the front yard. Cutest lil’ critters you ever did see!

One of the several guard dogs on the premises. They really are menacing to the coyotes. To us, they were pure love! Great Pyrenesse are the best dogs ever.

So now I’ve got half a gallon left in the fridge. I made the tastiest alfredo sauce on Saturday night, we both drank huge glasses on Sunday morning, and I used a cup for my oatmeal this morning. I think the remander will go into the freezer after I make Barley-Leek soup for dinner tonight.


1 Response to “Where My Milk Comes From”

  1. 1 Geri April 14, 2008 at 12:50 pm

    I just found out that because of my blood type I shouldn’t have dairy products (apparently there are different diets per blood type). Anyways goat milk is OK for me, but I haven’t tried it before. How do you like it in comparison to cows? Also that soup and alfredo sounds scrumptious!!

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