It’s a somewhat sad day around here because the goat kids are going to their new home. The family who is taking all three are also taking all the turkey poults that we’re not keeping. Lots, lots of babies going away, flying the nest…it’s freeing but still slightly heartbreaking, especially regarding the kids.
I/we fed Chip, the bottle baby, four bottles a day then three bottles a day then two bottles a day then one bottle a day until just this morning. Mama goat has mostly weaned the other two but sometimes they ambush her at night. Considering they’re all the size of your average Dalmatian, it’s hard for her to constantly fight them off. They’re all old enough and big enough to be completely weaned, so this move will only be a physical shift for them to make.
Of course for me this means my chore list has shortened and all that creamy white milk is mineminemine. And I have been a cheesemaking fool, going a bit nutty with my (no kidding) 6 gallons of milk a week. What’s another gallon or two now that I don’t have to feed Chip, or that T-bell’s not feeding the other kids? I’ll tell you what: two more gallons means 1.5 more pounds of cheese, added to the other 4 or so pounds. Yum cheese yum.
I will miss my bottle baby though. He was ONE creature in the extended farm family who was always glad to eat what I brought him.