Monday was the first day of term for Farm Girl. We’d debated, haggled and argued the proposed school day structure for quite a while and she fair bounced out of bed at the assigned hour (6.45am) in order to be showered, fed and ready for chores by the time the menagerie started calling for breakfast. With a new school (grandly coined the Union Homestead Preparatory School and Home for Colourful Thinkers) comes new responsibilities and one of these was way too exciting to waste time lurking in bed: the care, coddling and (gasp! finally!) milking of Miss Leia.
This was made a tad more hands-on and perfect for a first school day as, just on the off-chance, Leia’s kid’s (Jack and Jill) new owners had popped by to see if they were ready to relocate. They were, they did, and as a result Mum-Leia was feeling a little lost and very sad. Farm Girl was up to the task though.
The paddock was suddenly very empty with just Ulrika left hanging out with the stalwarts and it took a while for equilibrium to reassert itself – in the shape of Geraldine calling the shots, naturally. It helped that the girls ventured out in the new truck on the trail of a good deal of goat feed including the three bales of hay our crazy weather has reduced our ration to. Farm Girl felt it was then time for a bit of R and R, a perk of being home educated.
Speaking of which, we find ourselves in the uncomfortable position of encouraging a truant. The Ministry of Education have been stalled in their granting of a Certificate of Exemption by some paperwork being shunted to a siding in the Kingdom of Nova. However, our truant has worked very hard this week and we’re getting a fuller understanding of where she is at in terms of learning, and what gaps we will need to fill. It’s also made us aware of how debilitating visual fatigue can be. It’s going to be a bit of a balancing act while we work out how far to push before the wheels fall off.
Another balancing act is being staged between teaching and homesteading. Working this out has not been helped by The Milk Maid injuring her ankle. She is not the most patient of patients and her frustration at tasks being done at the hobble rather than the double has led to a few dark moments in an otherwise sunny week.
But now the ankle is on the mend, we have one week of schooling under our belt, and the goats continue to offer their milk in ever increasing amounts. Our fridge is bulging with feta, mozzarella, ricotta, quesoblanco and our latest goat milk recipe discovery: Cajeta (cah-heh-ta) aka sweetened condensed goats milk.
So this week has been one of getting up to speed; a speed which will no doubt be affected by a great many things of which the ingestion of all the goat milk goodies is top of the list.