On the Eighth Day of Christmas

Now I’m getting into unfamiliar territory as I’ve never milked a cow in my life and on the eighth day we have 8 maids doing it.
To be honest, although I’ve been called a right cow at times, I would never like to be one.
The thought of having cold metal things clamped on my boobs fills me with dread, so from a cow’s point of view, it must have been far nicer, and gentler, having a maid sit on her little stool with her head against your flank, milking you by hand.
My aunt had a cow, so as well as having fresh milk, she made her own butter. As a child, I spent time up on their farm, but don’t remember the cow, only collecting eggs and the first one I washed broke in my hand. I was probably a little heavy-handed but I know I was devastated and thought I’d be in trouble.

Maggie’s first encounter with a cow was amusing.  She came face to face with it round a corner as it was having a munch on the grass. She was fine until it said Moo and then she leapt into Hubby’s arms!
Then of course we had the saga of the lost ‘cow’ (aka bull) up at the plantation where we used to walk Maggie. You can read about that here



About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to On the Eighth Day of Christmas

  1. Sadje says:

    Entertaining post. 😃

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