The Tale of a House Building Journey
and Other Ranch Adventures
I think the extent to which I have any balance at all, any mental balance, is because of being a farm kid and being raised in those isolated rural areas. James Earl Jones
Oh, this reminds me of my childhood in Gorinchem. We as kids were sometimes allowed to 'assist' the farmer milking his cows in the meadows at the end of our street. Tail bound to one of its legs. Us helping meant we could look at him doing that miraculous job while we could offer the cow a cow-cake! Thanks for sharing this great picture.
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Oh, this reminds me of my childhood in Gorinchem. We as kids were sometimes allowed to 'assist' the farmer milking his cows in the meadows at the end of our street. Tail bound to one of its legs. Us helping meant we could look at him doing that miraculous job while we could offer the cow a cow-cake!
Thanks for sharing this great picture.
Groetjes
Jeanneke.
Brings back memories for me seeing my grandmother milk her cow! Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Sue
Great picture! Is this regular for you - how many housecows do you have - good to see someone else drinking real milk!
I do remember you doing this :-) So nice to see a picture of it.
Do you make youre own butter Doniene?
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