One of my ambitions in life is to get the hang of milking a goat. Okay, it is not quite playing for West Ham or changing the world bit it is achievable but a lot harder than you may think. A year ago I had lesson one which was captured on video HERE and was not exactly a triumph.
However I was back with the in-laws of the Mrs during Easter and the wonderful Stavroula (pictured below) consented to let me try my hand again.
Last year there were three goats but one was infertile and so she met the Albanians before Christmas and went into Stavroula’s freezer thereafter. And then my brother-in-law moved to England and so Stavroula sent another goat off to meet the Albanians as she reckoned that two was excessive. The one remaining beast gave birth to two kids one of whom we ate on Sunday and the other of which is happily putting on weight in an enclosure unaware that she too will be meeting the Albanians in the summer
That leaves mummy who is now producing milk for two neither of whom (for different reasons) are getting access to it. And that is where Stavroula and I entered the picture. Modestly, I say that I am getting the hang of it. I think I need a few more lessons to produce milk as well as Stavroula but as the video below shows the milk was flowing. You can hear it hitting the container quite clearly. I really did feel quite triumphant after lesson two