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Odd animal. Giant head, small bum.
Okay, okay, that’s Beulah Petunia sticking her head out onto the goat porch while Glory Bee milks with her bum sticking out the door of the goat house.
By the way, that was actually the first time I’d ever seen BP go into the goat house. I thought she thought she was too big. But yesterday, she went in there and took a nap then later let Glory Bee nurse her in there.
Yesterday, after I milked BP, I just let Glory Bee go, let her run in the goat yard and milk mommy. Most of the time lately, I have been breaking Glory Bee by keeping her either tied or in the pen while I train her to lead. She has made amazing progress. The wild calf that was so rambunctious I had to drop a rope on her to save my life has become docile to a lead. I’m so excited! I can lead her around all by myself now and she doesn’t try to get away. She doesn’t know that she’s stronger than me anymore. I don’t like to keep her tied or penned every minute of her life, though. To be healthy, she needs some time to run and romp. And what good is it to have a calf if she can’t give me a day off? So I let her off after milking yesterday and will take today off milking and let Glory Bee take care of things. We’ll get her back in line and back to business tomorrow.

Besides, it’s Thanksgiving, and cows need family, too.
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Thank you for writing your blog, Suzanne. My family and I enjoy it so much!
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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Happy Thanksgiving to you & your family…enjoy!
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She may not do things the same way I was shown growing up, but what makes those other “farmers” so right.
Hope you and yours have a GREAT day!
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Happy Thanksgiving to all of you !
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