The dairy gave her purpose... hope.
The sun wouldn't be up for another hour, but the block walls of the dairy loomed clearly in the white landscape.
Selling the dairy goats had erased a part of her identity.
They dipped and whirled and danced around the dairy floor until the music ended.
Not the dairy, and certainly not her love life.
The dairy door swung open with a blast of cold air and Alex paused in the doorway.
Two of the goats had gone into labor, so she transferred them to the building on the release side of the dairy, where they had set up temporary kidding stalls.
Proving you can make this dairy profitable, or enjoying your work?
Carmen left Alex with the doe and ducked into the dairy, returning with a scoop of alfalfa pellets she distributed in the long narrow feed trough along the wall.
She stepped into the dairy, leaving him pondering over one of the goats.
But every dime spent on the house meant that much less she could invest in the dairy - and the dairy was the one thing that stood a chance of stimulating her anemic savings account.
They paused in front of the dairy door and Katie stared down at Carmen in surprise.
Katie followed her into the dairy and closed the door against the wind.
They left Katie behind in the dairy and entered the other side of the barn.
Crunching across the yard to the dairy, she found the stove there burning warm as well.
She was standing in the middle of the dairy, scowling, when he emerged from the barn.
He had a way with animals, winning Brutus' love and respect, and the trust of the entire dairy herd as well.
He guarded your dairy herd and he's watching your goats now.
The dairy and adjoining barns would make a nice bunkhouse - sometime.
And yet, according to Katie, she ran a budding goat dairy on a run-down farm in Northwest Arkansas.
Besides, if the dairy went belly up, it would please Josh too much.
I'm the one who talked you into this goat dairy business.
Inside the dairy she shucked her coat and rubber boots, slipping into a pair of western boots she always kept in the barn.
When she left the dairy on her way to the house, Carmen was further convinced of Alex's love of fine things.
This was where he had trailed the wild dogs that had attacked her and the dairy herd so long ago.
Asheville is a market for live-stock, dairy products, lumber and fruits, and has various manufactories (in which a good water-power is utilized), including tanneries, cotton mills, brick and tile factories, and a wood-working and veneer plant.
Three more days and she'd have the dairy back to herself again.
The outline of the dairy was dim in the early dawn light, but the intermittent barking from Brutus was like a beacon.
I came out here and the dairy was cold - I wondered where you were.
Carmen managed to get Tessa into a stall, and then hobbled to the dairy for some warm water.
Afterward, she was writing some information down in her dairy journal when Alex wandered by.
Returning to the relative cool of the dairy, she picked up a broom.
Still, we're so different, and she's giving up so much – the dairy, her home...
She was the one who wanted Alex to make the decisions - and the goat dairy had never been more than an income to her.
The dairy door creaked on its hinges when she pulled it open.
The dairy door groaned as she opened it and Ed whinnied from his stall in the barn.