As I wrote Nosy Cow I wondered how often I had written Nosy Cow as a header. But every where I turned yesterday with a fork full of cow manure, as I cleaned and remade the cows beds, there was Lady Astor, watching, standing right in the way, not moving an inch, being suspiciously sweet and honey like.
Bless her. She is such a good girl. Even when she was trying to kill me, do you remember when she kicked me in the face with her hoof as I was cleaning her udder in the early days of training her as a milking cow. (Shakes head and sighs). Yes. Even then we knew this cow would come through.
Alex sniffs me now. It is an advance in our relationship. When she sees me she will reach out her head as long as her neck will go and I do the same and we sniff each others noses. An exchange of breath. Like a hongi but no touching. Then she stands for a few seconds of deep thought, looks disappointed and moves away.
Speaking of milking cows, we will have to adjust the stanchion to accommodate this very short cow plus a middling cow (Aunty Del) plus the mature cows (me and Lady Astor). Which makes me think of Daisy in her early days before she got sick who would walk in and just stand to be milked, no rope, no stanchion-nothing.
I came out from the barn to find the pea fowl waiting for me on the truck.
I asked them to get off so they flew over and waited on the tractor instead.
Across the other side at the West Barn I did the same kind of work but with different attendants.
I hope you have a lovely day.