I milk the cows every evening. There are two cows, Aunty Del the young Ayrshire and Lady Astor the older Holstein/Dutch Belted cross. Up until now Aunty Del has always come into the milking room first, in fact when I open the door I have to leap back so she does not run me down. She literally jogs in, turning the corners at speed.
But in the last few evenings Lady Astor has been unceremoniously shoving Aunty aside so she can get into the milking room first. She positions herself at the door so she is first in line, she uses her bulk not speed, cutting Aunty Del off and steaming steadily into the milking room.
She always takes much longer to milk, as well as having more milk it flows much slower than youthful Del.
I think she is hurrying in so she can get to eat most of the pears that I chop up for their milking treat. Maybe she knows that we are on the last few buckets. She is a cow and cows don’t like to share!
Bobby Two wishes he could come in for pears too but a steer in a milking room is not terribly useful.
Raining and windy here – though we expect a warm high of 62F/16C – which means Poppy has to stay inside all day much to her disgust but the wind drives straight into her East-facing Suite and the babies do not need cold wet blowing rain.
I hope you have a lovely day,