Ok, it isn't THAT cold now, but it isn't exactly balmy out there in my open milking area while I'm milking Faith. I do have a roof over our heads, and two sides are enclosed with a few shelving units and other "stuff" to help block the wind on the other two sides, but it's drafty.
Faith has always been my "wild child" goat. When our neighbor went into the hospital for surgery, he asked my daughter and me to please take his 9 bottle baby goat kids and care for them. Faith and her twin brother had been orphaned at two weeks of age and hadn't really learned how to take a bottle, and Ray wasn't well enough to work with them, but K persisted and finally Faith caught on, but for some reason she never did like people much.
So I wasn't really looking forward to milking her, but when her kid died on Sunday that decision was made for me. She has settled right down and is so well-behaved on the milkstand, even standing patiently when she has finished her grain but I am still working on her. She definitely loves having Udder Balm massaged on her udder after milking. It's been a wonderful surprise to have her behave so well, and I'm very thankful for it.