The previous three weeks had been wet, not complaining about that, but definitely was not conducive to a relaxing time at the beach wrangling two wet dogs in a teeny tiny Avan. Then the weather cleared, we made plans to go, and the entire state of SA went into a week of lock-down. Thanks Covid.
When the lock-down was over our ewes had begun lambing and when Brian suggested I should go away for a few days on my own, (was my cabin fever showing?) I jumped at the opportunity.
A pet friendly Air-BnB cottage at the beach on the Yorke Peninsula was hastily booked, a few supplies loaded into the car, and the following day Meg and I hit the road.
Four days with my best four-legged mate. We walked and explored, I slept and read a lot, ate meals at odd times, and generally had a complete shut off from the busyness of farm life.
On the evening of weaning day I milked seventeen litres from Honeysuckle. The following morning I milked eighteen litres. So her foster calf was drinking more than thirty litres of milk each day! Aha, that would be why he was growing so big and fat.
Poppy also milked more than I realised, with fifteen litres per day over two milkings.
What could I do with more than forty litres of milk every day?
She is the fourth foster calf for Honeysuckle during this lactation since her own calf was born in June last year (2020). Her milk just keeps coming.
She isn't due to have another calf until mid next year (2022) if her latest attempt at AI (artificial insemination) is successful. Her body condition is good, she enjoys babies, so it's the logical solution to grow another calf.
Using the electric separator to take the cream from the milk.
But still there's too much milk so..........