Bailey

And Beausoleil.

They love me. I know they do. (Well, really I admit it is probably more like the bovine equivalent of anthropomorphism. They think I am a calf.......)

A little background...when we milk the cows, we first prep their teats for the application of the milking machine. Although other dairies use other methods, we prep with a half and half solution of Clorox and water in a spray bottle....spray on a few splurts, clean and dry thoroughly with a paper towel (sometimes repeating as needed), strip out the foremilk and attach the milker. When the cow has yielded up her share of the bounty, remove milker, spray again with more of the Clorox and water and you are good to go.

Simple and effective, right? Well except if you are me (or sometimes Becky if she is milking on my string with me, which she rarely does any more). Then when you get to the aforementioned cattle it gets much more interesting. They are both big old sweeties, Beausoleil is our oldest cow in fact, and they think I am a sadly deformed, but still lovable calf. Thus when I bend over to perform the prepping ceremony they treat me accordingly. (Not being fleet of knee I bend my back to milk).

Beausoleil is the most enthusiastic about grooming me up for the day. She grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me close if I try to stand out of reach. Then lick, lick, lick, with her seemingly bath towel sized, sandpaper rough and soggy wet tongue. Despite polishing my prepping technique until I am the fastest Clorox sprayer in the west (or east...whatever) she finds plenty of time to soak me thoroughly, pull my tucked in turtle neck out and completely ruffle up my composure. If I don't cooperate properly she will even push me up in reach of her snaky long neck with her hind foot...(which is more than slightly disconcerting). Sometimes I feel like a Timex.......

Bailey isn't quite such a dampening influence, but she "loves" me too. Her specialty is grabbing the tiny little seam on my jeans pocket and trying to drag me into the manger so she can do a good job of spiffing me up. You wouldn't think an animal with a mouth as big as a cow could to that. (if you wear jeans try taking a hold of that tiny little flap of cloth. Now imagine dragging a fat old lady around by it.) Bailey, who like all cows, has no upper front incisors, does it every day. It amazes me. (Between her and Beausoleil it also gets me all wet for the rest of milking.)

Guess I am glad that I am not a calf, but they are both real favorites of mine. Nice, gentle, sweet-natured cows, they are both a pleasure to milk despite the side effects of their affection. I wish all the cows were just like them.....except for the eating me alive part.....


****Liz is flying home to us today. Your prayers and good thoughts would be much appreciated. We sure have missed her!!