Fourth week on the farm

We added three new additions to our herd! Meet Rogue (the one who looks like a cow), Voody (with the goatee), and her daughter, Zulu (who likes to walk all over Peter...)

Some things about our new goats:

1. We picked our new girls up from Ol' Humble Acres farm in Main, on Wednesday. (The poor Toyota is covered in shavings and desperately wants to be traded for a truck). Surprisingly, three more goats is a lot more goats - it feels like we have a real herd now!

2. Voody, Rogue, and Zulu are really friendly with us and not so friendly with the other goats. Within a few minutes of being here, Rogue established herself as Herd Queen and Voody is a close second. Pixie and Button tried to tag team Voody but she's a fierce new mom who isn't afraid of much. Peter and I don't know how we're rooting for -- mostly we just spend a lot of time Googling goat team building activities.

3. Voody and Rogue are excellent on the milk stand. They're a good example for Hope, who's been more cooperative since the other girls got here - no angry goat noises, very little sitting down and she even runs onto the milk stand when before we had to bribe her. Peter and I are developing a system that seems to work for the three of them - feed the milker, tie the other two outside their stalls, and feed the non-milkers once we've finished milking. It's going pretty well except they all get out once in awhile. Rogue is particularly keen on escaping.

4. Over the weekend we had our first non-family member try our milk and she said it was "delicious." DELICIOUS! We're psyched, especially now that we're getting about seven cups a day - five in the morning and two at night. Next steps are dairy certification which is going to be quite the process...

5. At night we keep the kids separated from their moms so we have milk in the morning. Zulu is so small that we have to put her in a crate. Otherwise Mariooch and Kidaloo might bully her to death (literally?) They take every chance they can to butt her when her mom isn't there and it gets a little out of hand. They've been the herd babies for so long that it probably feels nice to do the picking on, but Peter and I don't want this darling's massacre on our hands, not so soon in our farm endeavour.