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Why Kazakh Mongolian Women Spend Half Their Lives Milking

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It was milking time.  Again.  And all hands were on deck.

The Kazakh women and children were in all out commando mode. Their tongues clicked and their arms flailed as they chased the herds of goats and sheep into a pen over and over again. Hundreds of hooves darted this way and that, swirling and spinning, trying to avoid what was coming next.

One woman used her long cotton skirt like a whip, flicking it at the goats as she drove them towards the gate.  At the last second, they made a hairpin turn and lost her. She put on the brakes, exasperated.

An elder kazakah man chases goats and sheep in MongoliaLittle Kazakh girl pulling goat from herd for milking in Mongolia

The spectacle reminded me of that comical scene in Rocky when he chased a chicken around a room, and I couldn’t help but chuckle, albeit quietly. It was clear that the ladies didn’t find the situation as amusing.

Not all the animals were rebellious, a few ran into the corral on their own, chewed their cud and waited. It wasn’t long before a hand grabbed them by a horn or a back leg and dragged them to a rope line where they were tied at the neck, facing each other like pairs of shoes and smashed together like sardines. The majority were defiant, scattering in all directions. The phrase “herding cats” came to mind more than once.Kazakh girl pulling goat from herd to milk in Mongolia

A few sheep escaped by leaping over the four-foot log fence with the ease of a gazelle, only to be yanked back into the enclosure, defeated. Others not wanting to be left behind would leap into the pen and then looked around as if wondering, “what did I just do?”

Kazakh woman ties goat for milking in MongoliaKazakh woman milking goats in Mongolia. View from above

During my two-week summer adventure in the Altai Mountains of Mongolia, I saw this spectacle of horns and hooves many times. It’s one of the chores assigned to women and children, though sometimes the men chipped in to tie up the herds, but never the milking.

The teat-pulling task didn’t stop with the goats and sheep—they were just the beginning. Whenever I visited a family ger, the women and children always seemed to be just finished with milking, in the middle of milking or on the cusp of milking. They milked the cows once a day, the herds of goats and sheep twice, and lactating mares were milked every two hours.

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Why so much milking?

On the whole, a Kazakh’s diet consists of meat and dairy products. There’s no agriculture to speak of. As nomads, living hundreds of miles from the nearest town or grocery store, they slaughter their own livestock and almost everything else is derived from some kind of milk.

They make their own bread, butter and yogurt, plus a variety of hard cheeses they produce by the truck load and store for the winter. Their dependence on animals is the cornerstone of their culture. They move up to six times a year based on where land will support grazing.Pen of goats wiht Kazakh women milking in Mongolia

Once all of the goats and sheep were tied up, phase two began. The women sat behind all the woolly butts, teetering on tiny wooden stools the width of one butt cheek—the children kneeled. They gripped their pails between their thighs and not so gently tugged on the teats of their captives, letting the warm white liquid fill their containers.

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From start to finish the escapade took nearly two hours. When they were done the herd was released and allowed to graze. I was exhausted just watching. I couldn’t imagine multiplying the ordeal times two, plus the cows and the mares and everything else the women did such as raise the kids, cook all the food and take care of the home. The Kazakhs live the gift of a simple life but it’s not for the faint of heart.

As I watched the hodgepodge of fuzz walk off into the distance and the swoosh of the ladies’ skirts disappear into their gers, I felt a sense of awe for the women I’d met. I knew I’d go home and bask in the ease and variety of my local Trader Joe’s, but these Kazakh women, they’d have no such luck.

(The images above were taken over a few days with multiple families.)

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