5 a.m. Time to make the milk!

Got up at 5 a.m. to bike to a farm with my friends Frankling and Jose Luuis, who works on a milk farm, to drink fresh milk and test my hand at milking a cow.

Finally managed to milk a steady stream from a patient one, until Jose Luis (otherwise known as Lengua Yegua) took over so we could try fresh milk in a typical Nicaraguan drink called pinol. They had brought a bag of ingredients and cookies. So nice!

It's something like sugar, some corn mixture and cacao and in this case, hot milk fresh from the utter, foamy and a lot less thick than I imagined.

One of the farmers found a cicada actually leaving it's molting shell, which was pretty neat to see it shaking it off.

We then started off biking back to El Sauce from the farm, but first a friend showed me how they hunt doves with a slingshot.

He told me he could get it on one shot but I didn't even see the bird deep in the tree.

One shot.
"Oh my god!" i yelled.

I'm still not really sure what happened, but the bird looked dazed and then dead, but he breathed into its open beak for some long minutes, and then set it upright, and then it walked a bit.

The milk cart with three full containers of fresh milk came by, so they suggested I commandeer it to town, where they were going to sell it.

So I did.

It was quite a busy morning ... and it was only 7:30 a.m. !

What do the Marine commercials say? We do before 7 a.m. ....

Got up at 5 a.m. to bike to a farm with my friends Frankling and Jose Luuis, who works on a milk farm, to drink fresh milk and test my hand at milking a cow.

Finally managed to milk a steady stream from a patient one, until Jose Luis (otherwise known as Lengua Yegua) took over so we could try fresh milk in a typical Nicaraguan drink called pinol. They had brought a bag of ingredients and cookies. So nice!

It's something like sugar, some corn mixture and cacao and in this case, hot milk fresh from the utter, foamy and a lot less thick than I imagined.

One of the farmers found a cicada actually leaving it's molting shell, which was pretty neat to see it shaking it off.

We then started off biking back to El Sauce from the farm, but first a friend showed me how they hunt doves with a slingshot.

He told me he could get it on one shot but I didn't even see the bird deep in the tree.

One shot.
"Oh my god!" i yelled.

I'm still not really sure what happened, but the bird looked dazed and then dead, but he breathed into its open beak for some long minutes, and then set it upright, and then it walked a bit.

The milk cart with three full containers of fresh milk came by, so they suggested I commandeer it to town, where they were going to sell it.

So I did.

It was quite a busy morning ... and it was only 7:30 a.m. !

What do the Marine commercials say? We do before 7 a.m. ....