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BubbaJoe
(15 posts)Until they crawl in bed with you and crush you
lastlib
(22,982 posts)My grandfather had a dairy farm. When his health declined, he turned it over to my father, scaled-down. We milked cows most of my life. I cannot tell you how many times I got crapped on, peed on, slobbered on.....One was having a calf, but it was coming out backward. I had the skinniest arms, so I had to reach my arm up into the cow and turn the calf around, so it could be born normally. Nastiest job I ever did--still not sure my arms ever got clean. Also got crushed against a concrete wall by one stubborn old heifer that didn't want to go into that other room. When I eat a steak or a hamburger, it has a flavor of revenge. I'll take the cats & dogs.
Let's not forget how very hard it is to train a cow to use a litter box.
getagrip_already
(14,255 posts)in the summers. it was my uncles but it was just him and his wife, so I got volunteered to work.
It is such a special pleasure to go to clean a cow's udders, only to be broadsided across the face with a tail, covered in dried turds and that was soaking in the manure gutter behind them all night. They knew what they were doing. rat bastards.
I've also been stepped on, shat upon as I walked behind them, got my boots stuck so deep in muck I had to pull my foot out and then retrieve my boot with my leg up to the knee in..... and the birthing assistant, or the guy who had to hike way up into the woods to carry out a calf that was born in the wild.
Ahh, farm life.
lastlib
(22,982 posts)One bitter January night, with a cow due to have a calf, I was awakened by frantic mooing, and several dogs barking wildly. Sure enough, the cow had had her calf, and these dogs, at least two of which were a neighbor's, were trying to get it. I threw on coveralls and slippers, nothing else, grabbed a rifle, a shell, and a flashlight (a very dim one). Ran out to the yard, holding the flashlight, tried to aim the rifle toward where I heard the commotion from the dogs, and fired. I heard one brief yelp, a little more mooing, then nothing. The dogs vamoosed. I walked down there. The calf and cow were okay. The body of one dog was maybe fifteen feet from them. and I could not believe it--that dog had one bullet hole in its head, just above the right eye. I couldn't have hit it better from point-blank zero. I pushed the calf toward the barn, and the cow followed, and I locked them in for the night.
Next day, Dad and I had to go explain to the nieghbor that I had shot his dog attacking the calf. He was a lot more understanding than I thought he would be. But after that, he was pretty cold toward me. Oh, well.
ramblin_dave
(1,546 posts)paleotn
(17,781 posts)When I have shoe one of my neighbors cows out of our garden, she shows her displeasure by "fertilizing" our yard.