Where I milk .. Oh! This is Emm. I should probably tell you that before you think some goat is writing this and doing the milking for me. .... Where I milk is enclosed by a large door that has a latch only on one side. Not the side I milk on. I open it up and slip in, keeping the goats at bay with my ninja moves. I am lugging grain buckets after all. Then I pull the door closed and it sits right in its frame. I might wedge some hay in the crack so it really sticks. Red neck I know. But there the door sits as I milk on the inside and opened up the door to push out goats and let in the next happy goats.
Goats have learned to open this door. Strawbaby does it by working her lips in the tiny crack and patiently working the door out. Sometimes works ... Sometimes not ... depending on how wedged it is. For the life of me, I can't remember who it was, probably Coco, who would bump the door and get momentum going to swing the door out. Suffering from punishment on entering without invitation have kept them from these antics. Today a new door opener was born ...... Crispus, yes the star, will ever so often rear up on his hind legs and paw at the door. He did that today but with a added bonus. He worked at the open door latch with his mouth. He fiddled with it as I watched through the door crack still keeping up the steady stream of milking. His hooves pawed the side and I realized his mistake. He was pulling on the latch but his own hooves would hit the door pushing the door closed.
Finally, he succeeded! His weight was on the wall not the door and with a pull the door swung open. He darted in. I spilled no milk as in a fluent movement I removed the milking bucket placing it on the ground and collared him around the neck. It actually didn't really happen that fast but it sounds nice. He wasn't pleased to leave the happy grain munching room.Now did Crispus know what he did? Can he repeat the procedure tomorrow? Time will tell......
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