Sundays I take my time getting out to the barn and then I tend to linger, enjoying my animals, taking greater care with the chores, thinking about my coming week on the farm.
It was in the teens when I headed out. One gallon, one quart and one cup of milk. This is the perfect amount for family needs. Three chicken eggs, four duck eggs.
Everyone went outside except the baby goats. The does attacked the crispy dry maple leaves I put out for them. I still have about eighty grain bags of leaves left. They remind me of potato chips!
Inside after I processed the milk, I drained the chevre I had cultured several days before and hung it in my root cellar. I’ll package it in the next day or two. The root cellar is forty degrees so the chevre takes longer to drain.
