06/04/2026
Welp! I tried to go pregnancy‑check Wanda… but she said absolutely NOT today. After all that rain from two weeks ago, I about lost both boots to the mud like some kind of barnyard sacrifice. She’s still top priority, though — even if she’s acting like she’s got a restraining order against me.Meanwhile, the goats are thriving like they pay rent. Stormi and I have officially collected a whole gallon of milk for soap making, which feels like winning the dairy lottery. I’ve decided to dry her off now because she kidded back‑to‑back (thank you, Rolo, you sneaky little Casanova), and the girl deserves to put some weight back on instead of running a full‑time milk factory.Farm chaos continues, but at least it smells like goat milk soap and questionable decisions.
And speaking of upgrades — Rob is currently working on the head gate for my new milking stand. He already built me a beautiful platform that is significantly less sketchy than the “engineering masterpiece” I slapped together out of an old door and four logs. Honestly, OSHA would’ve just walked in, taken one look, and left me a sympathy card.
Farm life: 10/10 entertainment, 2/10 footwear safety, but we’re out here thriving anyway.