The kids spent the past four days down at my parents house. They had the chance to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa Lorenz collecting eggs, shoveling manure out of the mules' stall, and playing with farm cats. One of the highlights was getting to go over to some friends' house to help milk their 3 goats. The boys got to try their hand (literally) at milking and bottle feeding the baby goats. They had so much fun the first time, that they wanted to come back this morning.
Squeeze and Pull, Squeeze and Pull
Alex gets a turn
These kids are hungry!
They got to bring home 3 quarts of fresh goat milk. I thought it would have a tangy flavor, but it didn't. Tater Tot and Alex liked it. Erik thought it tasted like a goat (although he's notoriously finicky about his food). Even though we don't have room for goats at the 'burbstead, it was cool for the boys to get a chance to experience first hand where milk comes from. A big reason I'm interested in the urban homesteading lifestyle is that I want my children to have a direct and honest connection with an authentic food system. I want them to see beyond the grocery store and the over-packaged, over-processed food inside it. Little things like this can go a long way toward that goal.