Post by jerseymike on Apr 16, 2010 4:18:26 GMT -5
Wednesday milking started as it usually does, make the soap water for the udder wash, get cup of coffee and try not to get the two mixed up. Hat on head I went to let the cow in and as usual she was standing waiting for me at the gate (I put the calf up in the evening so I get first choice in the morning). Gate open Jersey walks into the stanchion and starts her usual moving things around in her manger looking for the hidden goodies.
Udder washed and squeaky clean (why, I can see myself in your udder) this is where in all starts to go wrong. As I do every morning since the calf was born I start on the side that I usually start on and two squeezes into my rhythm she kicks....well I'll give her that one, two more squeezes and she kicks again, hmmmm, cut maybe? So like the mechanic changing the oil on a car I'm down under looking for a reason for this behavior , nope nothing here (but you do have a clean udder ma'am)...hmmmm let's just start anew.
I sit back down and she steps one big step away from me (not even looking up from her breakfast) so I reach to the inside of her leg closest to me and she moves back over to me only to move away after I let go.
Well from here it really goes downhill fast, I'm hit in the head repeatedly by her tail, she tries to move forward only to immediately move backward and I barely have a gallon milked out (can't seem to get any more out of her) and I'm tired of this stanchion two step so I reach up and a sharp slap on the hip followed by a stern NO!,
Yep, that did it....she retaliated by lifting her tail and letting me have one of the wettest spring grass poops she was capable of producing and to wash it all down she followed that with a good pee. I'm covering the gallon of white gold from the onslaught with my body and decided to call it quits before the tail started again (who can milk in this kind of weather anyway).
I left her in the stanchion to think on how poorly she treated me (I'm sure she ruminated on that for a while) I took the milk to the house and let my DW gaze upon my humorless and poop speckled face and I just told her "don't ask". I left before she could break into a full gut laugh...I don't need to see that.
Back at the stanchion "I" decided that she'd had enough and then let her back out with the rest of the convicts, turned her calf loose (not without warning her what I had gone through and be careful).
This is not my cow and I'm sure she was replaced last night by aliens or some pod creature while she slept, but today (Thursday) it became clear, all of the "boys" in the yard were following her around like lovestruck puppys, SHE'S IN HEAT (whacking head with hand) Thursday she was in standing heat. So it goes on the calendar and we'll make the call to the AI guy in a month or two.
It's never been like this before, is it the same with you? or did I just get "lucky" today.
Mike
Udder washed and squeaky clean (why, I can see myself in your udder) this is where in all starts to go wrong. As I do every morning since the calf was born I start on the side that I usually start on and two squeezes into my rhythm she kicks....well I'll give her that one, two more squeezes and she kicks again, hmmmm, cut maybe? So like the mechanic changing the oil on a car I'm down under looking for a reason for this behavior , nope nothing here (but you do have a clean udder ma'am)...hmmmm let's just start anew.
I sit back down and she steps one big step away from me (not even looking up from her breakfast) so I reach to the inside of her leg closest to me and she moves back over to me only to move away after I let go.
Well from here it really goes downhill fast, I'm hit in the head repeatedly by her tail, she tries to move forward only to immediately move backward and I barely have a gallon milked out (can't seem to get any more out of her) and I'm tired of this stanchion two step so I reach up and a sharp slap on the hip followed by a stern NO!,
Yep, that did it....she retaliated by lifting her tail and letting me have one of the wettest spring grass poops she was capable of producing and to wash it all down she followed that with a good pee. I'm covering the gallon of white gold from the onslaught with my body and decided to call it quits before the tail started again (who can milk in this kind of weather anyway).
I left her in the stanchion to think on how poorly she treated me (I'm sure she ruminated on that for a while) I took the milk to the house and let my DW gaze upon my humorless and poop speckled face and I just told her "don't ask". I left before she could break into a full gut laugh...I don't need to see that.
Back at the stanchion "I" decided that she'd had enough and then let her back out with the rest of the convicts, turned her calf loose (not without warning her what I had gone through and be careful).
This is not my cow and I'm sure she was replaced last night by aliens or some pod creature while she slept, but today (Thursday) it became clear, all of the "boys" in the yard were following her around like lovestruck puppys, SHE'S IN HEAT (whacking head with hand) Thursday she was in standing heat. So it goes on the calendar and we'll make the call to the AI guy in a month or two.
It's never been like this before, is it the same with you? or did I just get "lucky" today.
Mike