The other night my husband David was a bit later getting home from work. He has been getting home before 8pm , but now in the depths of block calving, his new 'Carlos Fandango' 20/40 rapid exit parlour is not so rapid, when you have a high volume of freshly calved cows coming through the parlour, especially when a lot of them are heifers being milked for the first time.
To give you an idea of how tight the calving is where my husband works. They started calving the first week in September with the herd down from around 215 cows milking to just over 70. My husband is now milking over 180 cows, so with drying off in that period, they have calved in around four weeks, somewhere in the region of 130 cows or more.
The photos show David after eating his supper gone 9pm with several of the Poundlane pack in situ. At the moment he has the milking blues, which he gets every year at this time, so I make sure he has something to look forward to when he gets home. I'm talking about his supper there.
Although I did catch him in his bath robe sitting on the side of the bed later that night, so did my little bull scrap at the doorway and launched myself on him landing across his chest and then started bouncing us both, to which he exhaled a heavy breath and said, "Oh, God!" to which I then recoiled, "My name is Jane" doing a dramatic pretend cry.
I use the term 'Carlos Fandango' above as a joke, as it was a slang term we used as children, due to a cigar advert back in the 70's, meaning something that looks flash, but often turns out not be that practical.
“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 with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.