Day 1 - No Milk

Our first morning together didn't go quite has I had dreamed...

Oreo

Dream Version:

I would show up at 6:00 a.m. fully clothed and warm, to a peaceful chirping and goat bleating.  I would open the door to the house and all the girls would come running lovingly to greet me.  I would easily refill all the food and water buckets for the animals without any problems.  Iris would come right up to me when it's milking time and she would stand so well that I would be able to milk her without incident.

The Reality:

I show up at 6:15 a.m. in my jammies and muck boots, I have to wear a hood to control my bed head.  The animal house is so quiet that I'm certain they must have all died in the night by themselves.  I have to twist the lock to the house off and recieve scratches all over my hands doing so.  I open the door and three chickens do their best karate kid impressions to attack me to try to get out.  Iris, Cinnamon and Honey refuse to come out until all of the chickens get out of their way.  The cap of the chickens water was screwed on so tightly that I practically burned my hands twisting it off.  The perfectly good hay left over from yesterday is no longer perfectly good hay for Iris the Queen.  And as for the milking...let's just say it's a good thing the kids are still nursing because I was unable to milk Iris this morning.

Iris, Honey & Cinnamon

So things didn't go as I had planned...oh well...life happens.  Everybody was fed, everybody is healthy, and everybody is (somewhat) happy.  What more can one ask for?

~A