Tag: milking a cow
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Day Off
The mob and I are packing our boots away, getting out our sandals and off to the city we are going. There is a barbecue festival and something called the Green Living Festival – then I will peel off and catch a train back home in time to milk the cow at 6pm. So we are…
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The Last Time
Last night I milked Lady Astor, the house cow, for the last time this season. She does not know it yet because she is a cow and though invited to the meeting of me and … um … ‘me’ to discuss the future of her milking season – she had nothing to say other than “What…
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The cow and the girl
Now that John is working even further North, with an even longer drive to and fro, Lady Astor and I are back to milking alone. She is very well behaved now and I find myself sinking into that lovely alone time that is induced by the quiet noise of the barn and the one little light…
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Waiting for the Milking
The afternoons are spent in a series of gentle moves that culminate in The Milking. I put Naomi into the barn about 2pm. She just runs straight in every time. Her mother waits outside in the yards and we milk her about 5pm. I usually get about two gallons which is plenty for the house hold…
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