This shy, quiet farm kid, is Kevin’s best friend- Tyler.
When I say ”farm” I mean a real, working dairy farm. And by “kid”, I mean a 16 year old who does more work in one day than most full grown men do in a week.
I love Tyler and wish I could keep him, change his last name to Johnson and let him sleep in til noon for a whole year because when I see a kid work as hard as Tyler does, I can’t help but want to reward him with “Get out of work” vouchers, red Kool-Aid and M&M cookies.
There’s no place Kevin would rather be than on Tyler’s farm. There’s always machinery to be fixed, cows to be milked and hay to be baled. Mix in some dirt bikes and gopher hunting and you have heaven on earth for a boy.
At least for my boy.
So when I was dropping Kevin off at Tyler’s a few days ago, Tyler said “We had another calf born yesterday,” in the same tone you might use to say “So I see the sun came up again this morning.”
“WILL YOU SHOW ME????” I screeched in a pitch that hurt my own ears and sent two kittens running to their mothers for comfort.
You see, I’ve wanted to have a dairy cow for my family ever since we outgrew the ability to fit in a normal four-passenger car. I did the whole dairy goat thing. I pasteurized goat milk on my stove. I made goat milk soap and made goat cheese.
Unfortunately, goat milk sucks. It tastes like a barn smells. Period. The End.
But a Cow! Cow’s milk. Cow’s cream, Cow cheese and Cow butter… Do you have any idea how much potential there is in cow’s milk?
I do. I’ve thought about it for well over ten years and I’ve yet to convince Darren it was a good idea!
We have the land. We have the hands to help. We have the time. But for whatever reason (God only knows) Darren is worried that he would end up doing all the work whichissonottrue!
How does one convince their cynical, unbelieving spouse that buying a dairy cow is a good idea when it’s so blatently obvious that its the most brilliant idea ever?
I mean, come on. That little cow in Tyler’s arms? Well, she sucked on my fingers and followed me in the barn. And then, just when Kevin pried my arms from the calf’s neck so Tyler could get on with his day, she winked at me as if to say “You just keep working on Darren… even if it means making a public plea on the internet.”
That is one smart Holstein.
by Jennine
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