Yeah, I remember those early mornings,
sun barely colouring the horizon,
stars still sharply bright in an absolutely clear sky,
with a low mist drifting heavily just above the grass
where it was barely hiding the crystal shards of frost layered an inch thick on the ground.......
& having to drag myself outta my nice warm bed to go out in the freezing cold & bring the bloody cows in for milking....
& then walking thru the paddocks searching out the warmer spots where the cows had been resting, looking for the freshest, steamiest, cow pats around, just so I could stand in them for a bit & take the chill off my freezing toes!! :shocked:
And once we got the cows into the bails, tucking my head hard into their sides not only to keep my head & ears warm, but also to avoid being swatted by that shoggy lump of wet s**t covered hair that was invariably hanging off the end of their tails!! At least my hands got warm milking, but you hadta remember to warm your hands first or touching that very first cow's udder with freezing hands produced an instantaneous 'fight or flight' response - the cow would dump its entire load right then & there, & I ain't talking about warm milk!! :shocked:
Yeah, those were surely the good times!! :sour:
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