This morning group B went down to the goat pens to milk, feed and learn about their lives on the farm. Before breakfast Dan lead us to the room where the goats were milked. He taught us how to milk them and keep them calm. The goat we milked was could a Saanen and this type of goat is from Switzerland and puts all its energy from food into producing milk instead of body fat. This is why the Saanens are so skinny. Goats that have one stomach that is divided into four sections, these sections are called chambers.
We all took a turn milking two goats and straight after we milked them we had to wash our hands. We gave them a variety of food, to mimic their food in the wild because they are browsing (not grazing) mammals.
We stopped for breakfast and ate scrambled egg and bacon. The next session after breakfast, our group went out to the shed to chop up wood for the fire in the dining room. Dan showed us how to use a bow saw and splitter. We used the bow saw to slice the wood in smaller logs, which taken to the splitter. The splitter is really a car jack lying on the floor. Two people put the remaining wood onto the base and used two levers to push back and forth to make the piston go forwards. When the log reached the blade it sliced down the middle. We stacked the wood so that it could dry out before burning.
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After one loud night (our noise), we woke in the morning and separated into our groups to do different activities. Group C, which is my group, left their rooms and got ready to go on a coast walk with the sheep dogs. There were two sheep dogs called Airgwen and Shanny and there was another dog called Puddles who is really cheeky. The walk was around one hour long. The wind was really strong and we almost got blown into the water. It was an amazing experience.
In the morning, Group A went with Les to go in to feed the pigs and we had to remember the names for each pig. We gave them some food to eat, which was the food that we threw away. When I was called in feed the pig, I tried to hold the bucket but the pig kept on bashing into me. It tried to eat the food. It felt painful when it nudged my tummy but I felt OK really. We also cleaned out the poo from the chickens, which smelt really awful. Worse than my socks smell. It was a tiring job that made my back ache but it looked really comfortable for the chickens when we had finished.