That would be my guess. She's awfully full. Look how deep down she goes.
Combine that craving with the anticipation of seeing our first kids out of Touch of Classic, our new buck, and you've got a big, big event about to take place. You goat owners know just what I'm talking about. The rest of you will just have to use your imaginations.
So please pardon me if I keep staring at Chicory's udder willing it to grow and grow. You see I've got plans for that milk. I did really well at keeping my buttermilk culture going last year and this year I want to do much better with yogurt and sour cream.
But the first step in the process is kids on the ground. So come on kids. Our oldest grand daughter asked the other day when she helped me do chores. "Grandma, are you going to have to stick your arm up Chicory again? That was gross."
I had to laugh and tell her, "Don't know. We'll see." Funny how this doe has waited three years in a row for an audience of viewers to arrive, place their buckets in a semi-circle in the shed to sit on, then form a cheerleading squad. Silly goat!!
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