- Mar 19, 2009
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For those of you that asked, this is my cow story. I was milking about 250 Jerseys. Visualize a very long rectangle. The rectangle is the cow corral. The feed bunks are along the side. At one end of the rectangle is the holding pen and the milking parlor. Midway down the rectangle a new load of freshly cut alfalfa hay was delivered and unloaded a few feet in front of the feed bunks and in clear view of the cows. Even to me it smelled wonderful. All the cows were interested, but this one cow was staring longingly at that stack of hay. In fact, I had a hard time getting her up to the barn. I got her and the rest of the herd in the holding pen and started milking. I forgot all about that cow. Pretty soon she came in the parlor. Instead of going into a stanchion like she had always done before, she barreled straight ahead, gently pushed me aside, shouldered her way through the sliding doors and went on outside where she made a beeline back to that new hay. Bear in mind, she had to go a considerable distance AWAY from the hay to get back to it. She had planned out exactly what she was going to do. She left me watching her retreating backside with my mouth hanging open and scratching my head. All the other cows knew the hay was there and wanted to get to it, but she was the only one who figured out how to do so.