When I was a boy I tried to milk a cow. I think my mother ( who was heavily into self sufficiency) and I were on a commune in Wales. I really did not get the hang of it at all. So a goat? Heck why not give it a go. Meet the goat. As you can see, her leg is teathered and her mind is on food so maybe I'd have a chance?
This is Stavroula the mother of my partner's brother in law. She milks the goats every morning at 7 AM for six months of the year. When they have been impregnated they stop producing milk so as of later this month she will get a six month milking break.
In my defence, goats get to know their milker so they feel relaxed with Stavroula. Her son Iannis said that when he tried to milk them they kicked up a fuss. And so that is my first excuse for what follows. But Stavroula makes it look very simple.
And here is Stavroula in video action.
What follows is me in action. Hmmmmm. I do not think that I shall ever be the goat milking champion of Greece.
When do don't know a goat well it is hard to know how hard to squeeze. As you can see Stavroula has a form grip. I found it all a bit tricky to guage. But... as you can see I did manage to get a bit of milk into the bucket. After one small scale triumph ( I did better than Iannis) I felt it better to retire and let Stavroula do the rest.