Milk and Time 

Perhaps it was a social faux pas, but I couldn’t help myself. Maybe it was the holiday spirit. Yes, let’s say the holiday spirit came over me. That’s why I had to ask Clara if she’d gotten me anything for Christmas.

Clara, of course, is my favorite cow.

She stared at me and swung her head from side to side which is a clear indication she wanted her ears rubbed. Again. By now I could tell what she was thinking. I knew what she would say. “Now Ryan,” she’d begin, “you know I can’t exactly do a whole lot of shopping here in the barn lot or out in the pasture. How about I give you a little extra milk for Christmas?” Continue reading

Kid and Cow Routines

Life is a lot about routines; learning new ones and remembering old ones. We are two weeks into the school year at our house. Getting everyone up and out the door isn’t new, but this year we have two of the kids starting new schools to change things up for us.

The cows are learning, too, and  I think we might have turned a page today. This was the first time the cows came in out of the field at milking time without any encouragement. This morning a few were walking through the lot when I woke and this afternoon they all came in on their own before I could even call them.

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