I cannot express in words the way I feel about milking time. Not the actual milking - which Christian does, and is not all that fun - but the times when my work is done and I can sit in front of the girls and watch them eat.
When they get a nice big piece of beet pulp, they will pull their heads out of the bowl, look up at me and chew. It never fails to make me smile. Never.
I sneaked away from my flavoring and packaging duties tonight to get a little happy bomb. It's not quite the same in stills, but hopefully you'll get the gist of the experience. I love the little nutballs.
Hmmm. Where to Start?
3 months ago