I just can't get enough. Every time I go to the store and spend SO MUCH money on dairy, I long for a cow. Every time I run out of yogurt or see all the crap ingredients in store bought yogurt, I gaze dreamily off into space, waxing rhapsodic about the joys and benefits of having a cow. My cow. My very own cow.
I choose these times to blatantly ignore all the hard work and early mornings that go along with having a dairy cow. All the mud and poop and sweat and pre-dawn milkings fall by the wayside in those daydreams. It's me and my cow, getting real.
And I'm THIS close to convincing B to go along with this insane plan. We're talking about how to manage our pasture for a future cow AND future goats (and maybe even future sheep, but that ones on the back burner).We're talking about electric fence and milking stands and bottle feeding baby cows. We're really talking about it...
Our own dairy cow.
|I wanted to photoshop my face over hers...but I don't have photoshop,|
so you'll just have to use your imagination