|The morning quart of milk.|
I still haven't mastered milking with both hands. Grr. My left hand doesn't cooperate. She seems to know it's not working right and makes a fuss about it. My right index finger is becoming rough. Hubbie says I'm getting farmer hands. Apparently I'm only getting a farmer finger. Weird.
|"Farmer G, I need more grain, a bite of banana, and |
a handful of alfalfa leaves, pleeeeeeeeeeeease?"
I also changed my milking stratgey so that I'm seated by her as soon as she begins to eat. That way she's very busy when I get my hands on the milk makers. I milk her as much as I can and then give her the grain ration which seems to make her relax and drop a second round of milk.
|Full udder and extra side teats.|