I am a creature of habit. Most people are, and I know that all of the animals in my care are. They like to be fed, milked, watered, or moved to new pasture on a schedule. They wait (sometimes impatiently) for me and they expect pretty much the same time frame each day.
So Saturdays are different, because we go to the Danville Farmers' Market. This means that I get up at 5:00 instead of 5:30, and I'm basically feeding pigs and milking goats before light. "The girls" (my milk goats) usually give a little less milk on Saturday. (I guess that I wake them up too soon.) But all in all, they cooperate with this schedule change one day a week.
Being a creature of habit, I don't like surprises. But being a farmer, I have to deal with them pretty often.
We had a good day at the farmers' market yesterday and made some new friends. We then went to a birthday party at noon for my niece. That was nice, too! But when I did chores that afternoon, one of my yearling does had what appears to be a broken ankle. Although she is still moving about well and chewing her cud, I'm concerned about her. We will wrap the ankle and keep an eye on her for a few more days. This afternoon, she was out with the others grazing in the pasture and seemed to be coping well. We will know in a few days if she will be able to keep up with the rest. I don't like surprises, especially with the girls.