Got a drain for mastitis? I remember a thing looked like a golf tee with a hole through it. Ya stuck it in a cows tit I think when they had mastitis so the bag drained. Long time ago so I may be wrong.
I just had a flash back to when one of our brood cows had mastitis of the udder and the vet showed us how to clean it out. I've never gagged so hard in my life, the smell and look of it...yuck!
My friend who milked dairy cows would first wash the udders, then place the milking machine onto them. During the time she was washing the udders with the disinfectant, but before she could attach the suction cups, the udders were already leaking milk, often nearly as fast as this. This was my ex wife's friend from high school, and she was the hottest strawberry blonde in her class. We stayed friends after the ex wife and I divorced, but she was married. Imagine Barbie Benton but with a different color hair.
Our barn cats would politely line up behind the cow Dad was milking. He'd turn a teat sideways and squirt milk all over their faces, and they'd run off a few steps and clean themselves all up, and come back to do it again. I'll never forget it. One of the major victories of my childhood: I never did have to milk a damn cow. I shoveled a lot of manure, and hauled a lot of hay, but never did have to do the milking.
Got a drain for mastitis? I remember a thing looked like a golf tee with a hole through it. Ya stuck it in a cows tit I think when they had mastitis so the bag drained. Long time ago so I may be wrong.
ReplyDeleteI just had a flash back to when one of our brood cows had mastitis of the udder and the vet showed us how to clean it out. I've never gagged so hard in my life, the smell and look of it...yuck!
DeleteMy friend who milked dairy cows would first wash the udders, then place the milking machine onto them. During the time she was washing the udders with the disinfectant, but before she could attach the suction cups, the udders were already leaking milk, often nearly as fast as this.
ReplyDeleteThis was my ex wife's friend from high school, and she was the hottest strawberry blonde in her class. We stayed friends after the ex wife and I divorced, but she was married. Imagine Barbie Benton but with a different color hair.
BB with different colored hair? Hammana-hammana-hammana...Could be habit forming!
DeleteOur barn cats would politely line up behind the cow Dad was milking. He'd turn a teat sideways and squirt milk all over their faces, and they'd run off a few steps and clean themselves all up, and come back to do it again. I'll never forget it.
ReplyDeleteOne of the major victories of my childhood: I never did have to milk a damn cow. I shoveled a lot of manure, and hauled a lot of hay, but never did have to do the milking.
First rule of farming; Never admit you know how to milk a cow!
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