Redgully
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My grandfather had a milking cow most of his life, he was a horse trainer and kept his cow in a stable at night and tied out during the day. In the eighties he got upset as she was drying up and there were no more bulls in the area he lived. So my mum organised her to be A.I d. To simmental, she was a guernsey. My grandfather gave the hiefer calf (margo) to us and she was a nasty thing. We had a jersey my parents milked but we had just sold her and this hiefer had just calved so became our new milking cow. My memories of the jersey are vivid as i was about 4 when we sold her but i know she was a gem. We used to tie margo up in the orchard and us kids job was to untie her and let her run the 200 metres to the milking shed. She would kick pretty much everytime and mum and dad were good at avoiding it. My parents never swore but when they were near finished milking and crap or urine would land in the bucket i got my education that saw me through school.
We nearly always had raw milk unless mum was concerned of contamination. Biggest thing is the first few squirts on the ground to clear the plug. Once we got to busy she went into the herd, wouldn't accept another calf and went down the road. I seriously miss fresh raw milk. One day i will milk again.
We nearly always had raw milk unless mum was concerned of contamination. Biggest thing is the first few squirts on the ground to clear the plug. Once we got to busy she went into the herd, wouldn't accept another calf and went down the road. I seriously miss fresh raw milk. One day i will milk again.