Best picture I could get. They wouldn't stand still!
The goat fairy godmother came and changed my non-milking and almost-dry Oberhasli goats into two milk-full Alpines! I'm getting nearly a gallon a day out of these two.
I've really come to enjoy milking goats and actually find myself looking forward to it morning and evening. Despite these two being a much more....energetic...than the Oberhasli, and not used to being milked freestall (they're trained for milk stands), and being so full of milk that my hands are getting quite the workout, I can't help but love milking them. It is a quiet time of day and I am forced to be patient and gentle, yet firm and deliberate. I can't stop and I can't give up. I have to milk on. I HAVE to do it. No ifs ands or buts about it (although one of them did butt me this morning during milking).
I've only had them for two days and I look forward to them calming down and getting used to our routine. No more stepped in pails, or jumping over me to get away, or breaking down the dividing fence in the barn to get to the hay on the other side. (I reinforced it well this morning).
Maybe I am a goat-girl after all.