Thursday, February 11, 2010

Milk Pail Trials and Gathering with Gratitude

Today my mission was to buy the most basic milking supplies: a stainless steel bucket, perhaps with lid; and a strainer, to get rid of any hairs or dirt that might fall into the milk.

This required more decisions than I anticipated. Stainless milking pails come in sizes from 6 quarts to 20 quarts. Goat milking requires smaller pails, but I am trying to anticipate for future cow milking, too. But how much milk would a Dexter provide? How long is a piece of string?

Goat lids are moon shaped, so you can milk into them without detritus falling in. Cow lids are full, so you can carry the milk from parlor to kitchen without mishap. And what about handles, or pour spouts?

And filters: what makes one filter $45 and the next $180? (From a marketing standpoint, why wouldn’t the website offer the benefits of the one that’s quadruple in price?)

I finally ordered what I hope will be serviceable equipment, and managed to avoid even the $45 strainer, opting for a mesh strainer with a canning funnel, and a 9-quart stainless pail without a lid. I’ll add a lid later, if need be.

Tonight at Bible study, we looked at part of Luke 11. Verse 23 says,
He that is not with me is against me; and he that gathereth not with me scattereth.

I was thinking about that from a straight agricultural standpoint: if you don’t harvest your corn, the corn doesn’t just remain in stasis. Raccoons or birds come to eat and scatter; the wind or snow destroys the stalks. Truly, doing nothing can be destructive.

Doug asked the children, “Who’s side do you want to be on?” And it was a delight to hear them all agree that they wanted to be on God’s side.

May we gather faithfully and well.

We are thankful today, that we continue to “gather” with all the Bush clan. While Zach was driving in to work yesterday, going 55 on the local highway, he got dizzy. He blacked out, and, as I understand it, his car went up the snow that was plowed on the right side, over the guard rail, down a slope, between some trees, and came to rest in a stream.

When Zach came to, not only did he walk away unharmed, he drove the car away—unharmed. Thanks be to God.

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