Ceredwyn led the goat-milking for the first time on Sunday.
We purchased the brown Nubian for a farmer southeast of us, driving to his large barn, then carrying the surprised creature in the back of our Saturn. She was a bit shocked by the change.
The first milking was a challenge. The other two goats, Bramble and Ghost, were very curious about the new arrival, which made her uneasy. Then we had to scramble to get everything in place: new goat tied to milking stand; me holding the older goats back by one's horns, holding a scoop of grain in another hand, soothing them with words; Ceredwyn blocking the newbie ghost's attempts to get away with nearly any part of her body. Our dog howled and whimpered lustily, nearby, frantic with curiosity and a typically misplaced desire to help.
But the little goat was coaxed to squirt, and we all felt better afterwards:
Yesterday morning was a repeat, but to a lesser extent. The goats seemed to remember this process. Then yesterday afternoon was easier still - Ceredwyn was in and out in shorter time, and I didn't need to hold back the other members of our herd. This morning, even easier.
Herd: I'm impressed by the docility of these beasts. Personally I'm more used to territorially crazed animals, like cats, or at least maniacal socializers, like dogs. It's a sweet pleasure to see these goats just... hanging out with each other, chilling. More like the flock of chickens, I suppose.
I'm even more impressed by Ceredwyn, who led this charge, and rapidly became an expert milker.