You may recall that in previous posts I mentioned growing up across the highway from a dairy barn. This dairy barn.
As a young girl, I spent quite a bit of time on this side of the highway. It was an interesting place with lots of activity.
Recently, the owners stopped operations here, the last remaining dairy in the county. They still have a few cows, waiting to be sold. I visited last week to take some pictures. And Marshall went with me to see where his mom hung out when she was a little girl.
Actually, Marshall had visited the dairy years ago on a field trip during Vacation Bible School. He was probably two or three years old. That’s when he discovered that milk comes from cows. And he hasn’t drunk a drop of milk since then. True story.
Back to our visit last week. The cows were once brought into this part of the barn to be milked. This was where I spent the majority of my dairy barn time. And included for your viewing pleasure, the south end of a north-bound cow.
Hey, who gave you permission to take a picture of my south end?
It was feeding time for some of the newly weaned calves. Can you guess which direction the guy was coming from that had their feed?
And why is this one glaring at me? It wasn’t her south end in the picture.
The bovine sisterhood.