April 28, 2018
I left the gate open last night and paid for it this morning with a brisk walk down the road carrying a clanging bucket of grain. Yes, all the cows followed me home. In fact, when I called them they turned and walked up to me. I was reminded of my Bestemor's cows and how sweet they smelled to a little girl who would pull on their teats and wonder at the milk that came out. My family would panic seeing me under the cows, inspecting everything I could reach. But the cows knew I meant no harm because I would whisper how beautiful they were and how much I loved them. It's still the same with my gentle Jersey cows and just as much with my sweet & sassy goats. I sure do welcome the rains today. Everything is turning green and smells so good.
April 26, 2018
I was lucky enough to get a group hug from the little does after their morning dose of milk. They drew me in and I sat there letting them paw me, jump on me, nuzzle and pull my hair. I don't let that happen enough. The milking does are also demanding extra attention when I milk them. They want to smell my face and lean into me as I stroke them and snuggle right back. They sure set my morning on a good path. While walking back to the house I could see the cows and calf happily resting in the front pasture, ruminating on their new grass diet. They don't even come up to the barn for water. The creek's full and handy while they graze. Can't wait to see them really fat!