Those wild cows at Northview

Hattie, bringin' 'em on down. For some reason our lead cows are all Jerseys. Most of the time the herd is moved in and out with either Heather or one of her three daughters taking first position. It is the one time of year that I like the little brown cows.




Show cows have NO flight distance. Move toward them and, rather than moving away from you like any self respecting cow reacting to pressure, they either stand perfectly still and refuse to budge or come toward you. Here is how Liz gets her top cow, Mandy, out of the barn every day (the normal cows walk out on their own). We speculate that Mandy may have been a milk inspector in another life as she has to check everything out every day on her way to the door. Same feed bags, same breaker box, same gate...but different day. If she shows up with a clip board I am heading the other way...



The newest new milker, Becky's Evidence (wait for it, it's worth it) named after the Emerson Drive song of the same name. Evie had her first calf just a few days ago, but she has the routine pretty much figured out already. We have a whole mess of cows named after their songs (Simple Miracles, Drive, Moments, Hollywood Kiss, Lucky (for Lucky Man, my favorite), November, Countrified, Lemonade-Becky's top show cow-heck there are a whole bunch of 'em. I can't remember 'em all) and the girls are working on photos of them to give to the guys next time we get to a concert....hoping to make it to Vermont State Fair to see them. I think I am more excited than they are.





This is for Gumbo
Sorry FC