Although I milked
Artemesia for the kids' first two weeks of life, the youngsters quickly
grew big enough to take up that slack. Luckily, two weeks of age is also
when goatlings are old enough to be locked away for the night, giving
the human twelve hours of free milk.
The trouble, as Mark alluded to, was that our kidding stall is not impossible for a determined goat to access.
The first night I locked the kids in, I heard distressed crying for
about ten minutes...then everything went ominously quiet. Sure enough,
when I went up to check on the herd, Artemesia had jumped over the wall
to be with her babies. So I opened the gate and put on my thinking cap
for a solution.
We could have bulked up
the walls and done our best to keep momma goat out. But I don't like
Artemesia to be in distress, and barely being able to see her kids
through the lattice gate was clearly too scary for her to handle.
Enter the dog kennel
shown here. It worked perfectly --- the twins were a little pissed at
not being able to get into mischief overnight, but Artemesia could lie
down right beside them and everyone was happy. In fact, our doe gets so
relaxed after not having kids crawling all over her for twelve hours,
that by day three I stopped locking her head in the stanchion during
milking time. With carrots in the hopper, Artemesia's quite content to
stand still and let the machine pull out her milk.
The kids are always
anxious to get their breakfast, but they wait semi-patiently until it's
their turn. Rather than hand-milking out the last cup or so, I just
release the barbarians and they stampede for the udder. Then I take my
two or three cups home with a smile --- happy goats make for a happy
human!