Well as you know I got Alyson all weekend so I had to figure out what we were going to do on Day Two. Well I figured since Alyson drinks so much milk, she minds well see where it comes from. I mean no child of mine is going to say "a store" when some teacher asks her where milk comes from. (She get an extra hug if she says Holsteins but that might be expecting to much).
So we loaded up this morning and headed over to Uncle Jeff and Aunt Amy's farm. They have a small herd, probably 40 or so milking cows and had a pretty good time. They got a goat for a farm mascot I guess, and a mix of Holsteins and Jerseys. The mixture is a sticking point as Jeff calls them "Grass rats" as he grew up on a Holstein Farm and Amy grew up milking Jersey's. Either way she adds a brown cow into the herd now and then just to prove she can get her way still.
Alyson did okay, was not scared of the big cows one bit which kind of surprised me. The closest Holstein in the picture was named Pumpkin and was very docile and allowed Alyson to pet her. Some of the heifers were not so docile, but they will after they get older and start to be milked. There was a couple of pregnant cows in the herd but unfortunately no new-born calfs for Alyson to see. Still you can see by the cows breath that it was cold, even in the barn. It was -5 (F) when we left the house.
This is one of two farms we have. This small 40 cow farm and then the big one which has over 100 milking cows. For the area, even that's small as some farms around here have 1100 cows or more. No doubt, this is cow country...
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"