On Saturday, some of my brother's family arrived from Denver. It is always so much fun to spend time with them!!! A friend had arranged for us to take the kids to see a real dairy farm, and I was also eager to go, for it had been a long time since I was a kid and lived on a real farm - the kind with dairy cows that have names, not just numbers.
The owners of this farm were so accommodating, taking time at milking to give us the grand tour of the place, showing us the milking cows, the heifers, and the calves. This was a beautiful farm and reminiscent of my childhood, although we had Holsteins when I was a kid. These are Jerseys, such docile and beautiful creatures, quite a bit smaller than Holsteins, but their milk has a higher butterfat content. The milk from this herd is used to make mozzarella cheese. (Think of Orchid the next time you eat a slice of pizza!)
What a sight! Another cute tabby cat, stretching up to reach the cool water in the cows' drinking cup.
Milking machines. Aren't cows amazing creatures! They calmly stand there morning and evening to give their milk and never go on strike for higher wages. Maybe this photo is an invasion of privacy, but I just think cows are so cool. When I went to take a picture of their udders, my niece asked, 'Why??' :-)
Annie, getting brave enough to put her hand out to touch the cow.
Kevin, Ruby, and Stess, trying to engage the calves in conversation.
Away in the manger.
Looking out the back door of the barn toward the pasture. What a beautiful view!
Cows in the pasture.
I'm wondering how close your connections are to the family farm. Did you grow up on a farm? Have an uncle or aunt or grandpa or grandma or great-grandpa and great-grandma who lived on a farm? or have you never been to a farm?