Post by Star Creek Dexters on Jan 10, 2011 22:00:15 GMT -5
I posted this on my Face Book page, which I know some of you see, but it was so cute I had to share it on here =)
This morning it was very cold and I didn't really feel like milking....but that doesn't really matter in the world of milking. Feeling it or not, it has to be done! So on with the coat and boots, I tromped out to the barn. Fed the goaties and chickens and got the stanchion all ready for Lana. The cows where waiting in the barn for there morning scratching. When I opened the gate to the stanchion, Lana promtly walked in, while the rest of the group looked on longingly at the flake of alfalfa that belongs to the milk cows.
Lana started chomping, and I went to milking. As soon as I put my hands on Lana she froze and looked back at me with a "How dare you touch me with those ice cubes!" look on her face, but decided that Alfalfa was more enticing than complaining about my cold hands.
I was litterally shaking by this point, I am a Texas girl. Give me the heat and I'm just fine, but you can have this cold weather. I do not like it.
About this time, my morning pest chicken, who I call "Wild One" and who has developed a love for milk, decided to try and see if she could squeeze into the stanchion and steal some milk out from under me yet again. So I'm milking with one hand and shooing with the other. The chicken is not paying any attention to my shooing and just stays far enough away not to get kicked.
At this point I was thinking about how unhappy I was to be out in the barn, freezing my b*** off, dealing with this stupid chicken, and generally thinking I was crazy for doing this every day!
About that time Lana's clip of Alfalfa got shoved a little to far forward in the feeder and she took a big NO NO step forward with her left leg.
She knows this is not aloud.
She kicked the bucket which tipped over and spilled out a gallon of that precious milk that my poor cold hands had just milked out. I was mad and I yelled "NO!"
Lana calmly proceeded to turn her head around and look at me with her big brown eyes. She then slowly looked at the milk all over the stonchion floor, my foot and the very happy chicken who was sucking it up. Then she looked back at me and proceeded to give me a BIG OL' SLOPPY KISS right on the face! She then calmly turned around and finished her Alfalfa like a perfect milk cow.
I just had to start laughing. All my frustration melted away. That one act from a wonderful milk cow set me to remember why it is that I come out to the barn every morning to do this.
The saying 'Don't cry over spilled milk" took on a whole new meaning!
This morning it was very cold and I didn't really feel like milking....but that doesn't really matter in the world of milking. Feeling it or not, it has to be done! So on with the coat and boots, I tromped out to the barn. Fed the goaties and chickens and got the stanchion all ready for Lana. The cows where waiting in the barn for there morning scratching. When I opened the gate to the stanchion, Lana promtly walked in, while the rest of the group looked on longingly at the flake of alfalfa that belongs to the milk cows.
Lana started chomping, and I went to milking. As soon as I put my hands on Lana she froze and looked back at me with a "How dare you touch me with those ice cubes!" look on her face, but decided that Alfalfa was more enticing than complaining about my cold hands.
I was litterally shaking by this point, I am a Texas girl. Give me the heat and I'm just fine, but you can have this cold weather. I do not like it.
About this time, my morning pest chicken, who I call "Wild One" and who has developed a love for milk, decided to try and see if she could squeeze into the stanchion and steal some milk out from under me yet again. So I'm milking with one hand and shooing with the other. The chicken is not paying any attention to my shooing and just stays far enough away not to get kicked.
At this point I was thinking about how unhappy I was to be out in the barn, freezing my b*** off, dealing with this stupid chicken, and generally thinking I was crazy for doing this every day!
About that time Lana's clip of Alfalfa got shoved a little to far forward in the feeder and she took a big NO NO step forward with her left leg.
She knows this is not aloud.
She kicked the bucket which tipped over and spilled out a gallon of that precious milk that my poor cold hands had just milked out. I was mad and I yelled "NO!"
Lana calmly proceeded to turn her head around and look at me with her big brown eyes. She then slowly looked at the milk all over the stonchion floor, my foot and the very happy chicken who was sucking it up. Then she looked back at me and proceeded to give me a BIG OL' SLOPPY KISS right on the face! She then calmly turned around and finished her Alfalfa like a perfect milk cow.
I just had to start laughing. All my frustration melted away. That one act from a wonderful milk cow set me to remember why it is that I come out to the barn every morning to do this.
The saying 'Don't cry over spilled milk" took on a whole new meaning!
