Today’s milking–barely enough to get the bottom of the pot wet. So much for my idea that Glory Bee might be weaning herself. Maybe she was just playing with me. Or maybe she felt bad for breaking out of the meadow bottom field and eating leaves off the trees in the orchard. She gave me some extra milk yesterday to make up to me.
There’s no making up to me, Glory Bee! I want my milk back! And I’m gonna get it back! Look what I just ordered–a calf weaner! Who knew such a thing existed. (Mrs. Fuzz, who told me about it and highly recommends it.)
TAKE THAT, missy!