This is our gang, on the way to a friend's house Saturday afternoon.
Have you ever tasted "raw milk"?
Milk right out of a cow.
I have always wanted to taste "real" fresh milk.
So, we took a trip.
We drove past Gee Hill...
(Todd's Mom is a Gee-- wonder if there is any relation?)
We always travel with a whole gang of kids.
Look at those lovely ladies.
Some had utters just begging to be milked.
One lucky lady was in the barn hooked up to a machine that sucked the milk through tubes right to this container--
This milk was still warm.
That smaller container emptied into this big vat of raw milk.
(The milk truck had been there recently so it wasn't very full.)
For $2 a gallon, we scooped our own milk and left the dollars in a coffee can on the shelf.
Sounds neat, doesn't it?
On the way home, we stopped by a donkey/cow farm.
Leah loves her donkeys.
(I think this was the first time she has actually seen a real donkey. I'm wondering if they are bit bigger than she was imagining them to be. We're still planning on a trip to see some miniature donkeys.)
Leah has been asking for a donkey, for months.
Back at my friends' farm, my big kids were determined to catch the rooster.
That old cock-a-doodler was eventually caught, but I'm afraid he might be forever traumatized.
We cooked our milk at 140 degrees for 15 minutes and then used it like normal.
My opinion-- raw milk tastes...
just like regular whole milk, with some floaties in it.
I thought our store bought milk was a bit more processed.
It didn't seem that different to me.
(But, I'm NOT one that would ever spend inordinate amounts of money on organic foods.)
I like cows.
I like roosters.
I like milk.
But mostly, I just like this kind of life.
I like that my kids know where their food comes from.
I like that they touch things that are REAL.
I love to see them playing together, outside, in this beautiful earth.
Life is good.