I smell like a cow

Well to be precise by the end of the day yesterday I smelt like milk. Hopefully in a good way.  It was an odor that hung about me and made all the animals snuffle when I was close.

So I figured I would go the whole hog last night and  make myself a special Friday night drink with cold milk. A milky cocktail.  . Homemade yoghurt, fresh milk, farm honey, ice, local strawberries and brandy.  Blend. I was thirsty and hot so I poured it into a big red wine glass.   It needs a name. 

But I was too tired to name it so I just drunk it.  I know they say you should not drink alone. But that is just another one of those stupid rules. It was after 5pm. Good enough.

While I was drinking this delightful concoction I looked at the pig bucket, waiting patiently to be carried out  and realised it had the same ingrdients, but with a little bread and watermelon rind and of course no brandy. Pretty similar though!

So I added a little corn and took it to the grubby Shush sisters. 

Don’t they look sweet. However  in the interests of full disclosure I thought it only fair  you should see what pigs they make of themselves when drinking their cocktail.  They have to have their snouts where another snout is evidently. So they chase each others heads around the bowl. Snorting and sucking and squealing at each other. 

And I thought I could dress these two up pretty and turn them into therapy pigs. I have another think coming!

Good morning. Daisy is standing at the gate Mooing loudly at the house and it is only 5.15.  So I had better get a wriggle on.  Beginning another milky day.

Yesterday Daisy gave five and a half gallons of white milky milk altogether.  Three of which was in the morning. My milking bucket is already at capacity.

Have a lovely day.

celi

74 responses to “I smell like a cow”

  1. Toasting the decorum of the Sisters of Shush. Never let tasty little tidbits get in the way of a good display of deplorable table manners!

    You’ll start a new trend in the cities, Celi. Look out for the rush home to rinse off before it sours. 🙂

  2. Love the drink – Milkmaid’s Indulgence. The phrase that keeps coming to mind as I read about the milk pouring into your buckets, and the way you run your farm and your life is, milk of human kindness.

  3. Yes, the Shush sisters are a little grubby, aren’t they? I love the idea of therapy pigs, so we won’t give up on them quite yet! I hope you did enjoy that cocktail…at the end of your week you definitely deserve a moment! 🙂 Debra

  4. We had just been reminiscing about proper cows milk not what passes for it noe after it’s been processed in to Claytons milk. Your Pink Shush looks divine but in the wonderful way you do things that if you had to eat/drink the contents of the Shush sister’s bucket it wouldn’t do any harm at all 🙂

  5. I think a little Wee Wee Wee Pink Shush would be just the think to.. er.. tickle me pink! Love it! And your babies of course.. how do they get clean again? Do they lick each other’s face clean?? JW since I don’t have any of my own piggies to observe… xo Smidge

  6. That is a ton of milk! Wow! Your drink looks fantastic. I’ve never tried a cocktail with milk before. Hmm….giving me ideas. 😉

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