My beloved goat, Cinderella, has been a faithful little beast.  She’s given me nearly 1/2 gallon (and sometimes more) at each milking.  That’s approximately 64 ounces of milk.  Please imagine my confusion when she gave me EIGHTEEN ounces last night.  What in the world?

Apparently, there are two very good reasons for this.

The first is that the seven and four year old decided to milk the goat.  Silly me, I thought they were in the barn to play with the babies.  They got her up in the milkstand, fed her, and milked her.  They also taught two of the babies (bottlefed) where milk comes from.  No wonder they weren’t climbing all over me at feeding time.  I’ve been robbed!

So, let this be a lesson to you, more is caught than taught! Even when you don’t want it to be.