The last cows leave the parlour of the evening milking, and a little light is still to be found outside. As I start to wash down the clusters and set up to wash up. A shiny black nose appears at the exit door of the parlour. The head of who the nose belongs to appears, and then the rest of the cow is suddenly shunted in to full view. She has been butted up the bottom by an impatient cow following her, and then what proceeds is half a dozen cows skipping around the parlour, bucking playfully in what looks like a rather clumsy ballet routine.
I shut off the through route at one side of the parlour, and the cows know their rouse has been thwarted. "Come on girls, out you go," I tell them, "And be careful!" I quietly follow them out and shut the yard gate behind them. Spring Fever is in the air!
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
Hello, I am Jane!