This was Beulah Petunia when I first met her.
She was living with a few other cows in Ohio.
If you missed it, you can read all about it in A Gift in Ohio.
Here she is contemplating whether she really wants to move to West Virginia with a nincompoop.
There was an adorable baby there. They said she was a Jersey, but I think she looked like a Brown Swiss. But what do I know.
She was cute, either way. They wanted a bunch o’ money for her, and BP was a bargain and a twofer. (They baby’s mother was another cow that they had, not BP.)
This was how they were milking BP, by the way.
Portable milking machine. They demonstrated milking BP. They had her milked out in two minutes flat. It was amazing. Anyone out there ever used one of these things? I wonder about them now and then, though they are very expensive (so not really an option right this minute). I wonder if I would miss hand milking if I had one of those things. I like milking. Eventually, I’ll have to go to twice a day milking if Glory Bee stops nursing at some point, though, and that’s time-consuming, so sometimes I ponder the future possibility of a milking machine to help out.
The reason I posted these pictures, though, really, was to show off this big boy for those of you who may have missed this post and have wondered about Glory Bee’s daddy:
Say hello to Papa! This Brown Swiss bull was BP’s boyfriend in Ohio. They had been living together for several months when we took her. He was very friendly and seemed quite tame. I’m not big on going around bulls, but we were all walking around there with him and he was very gentlemanly. Looking back on these pictures makes me wonder where Glory Bee got her coloring because she doesn’t look much like mommy OR daddy to me.
Wish I’d gotten a better photo of him. The light was all wrong the way I took them. He was a gorgeous animal.