Company two days running and the accompanying prep had me totally discombobulated, so it was a shock when I realized yesterday was Monday and Milk Guy was coming. I had not saved Sunday's milk for him. Aaargh. Heading for the barn, I could only hope that Sheila would not put a foot in the bucket. Given the girls' fresh grass diet, I wasn't worried there would be enough milk. Between them, the three milkers are pumping out a gallon and a half a day now. Let me rephrase that. I am squeezing out a gallon and a half, and it takes a lot more work and time. There were fortunately no untoward incidents during the process and I strained and bottled MG's order in time.
Another goat owner called to ask about one of his does with an udder problem. Her kid had a preference for just one nipple and the other side was getting large and firm. In case I didn't explain, a goat's udder has two separate "compartments," one for each teat. In this case, the milk in the full side was congealing into a curd and, if left, could result in mastitis. He needed to get it milked out, and fast. I once had a girl with an injured teat and it took two hours to massage the mass and get her udder empty. And yes, I do get some strange phone calls.
The hummers are coming in larger numbers now and drinking two quarts of juice a day. (They made a great hit with Bruno and he sent a video clip of my flying jewels to relatives overseas.) Filling their feeders was about the only productive thing I did yesterday. I'd planned a day off anyway and Mondays are great for watching TV. A number of my favorite programs run on Sunday nights and I DVR them to watch later (on Monday).
It was a good day, Monday or not.