My grandmother gave me a cow when I turned 16. She was a Jersey and I called her ‘Pet”. I only milked her a few times because my daddy had the milking job. She had many calves though out her life, she was well loved.
Great picture.
Aaaahh, Bessie and Elsie meeting at the fence. You’re probably right, Marta, they’re checking out the quilts on the clothesline. I had a friend who grew up on a farm, and he always patted the cows. They loved him.
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Cathy J Wilson
My grandmother gave me a cow when I turned 16. She was a Jersey and I called her ‘Pet”. I only milked her a few times because my daddy had the milking job. She had many calves though out her life, she was well loved.
Great picture.
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What a great story! Thanks for sharing!
Maureen B. in B.C.
Aaaahh, Bessie and Elsie meeting at the fence. You’re probably right, Marta, they’re checking out the quilts on the clothesline. I had a friend who grew up on a farm, and he always patted the cows. They loved him.
Marta
LOL…. and both my granddads too….
Marta
Y’all like my quilt? Thanks ! I enjoy hanging it outdoors.And I like your milk… and butter… and sour cream…
Phyllis
What I looked at every day but they were Holsteins. Miss that scenery!!
Sue H
Moooo! Love this peaceful, pastoral picture!
Donna
My daily outdoors picture, Dexters here.
Janet
You’ve got their interest Lois! They have tags in their ears…State Fair? Beautiful creatures!
Cindy Roosma
So love the sights and sounds of the country road.
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