Time is not the problem,,, I was the poor farm kid that never got to become involved in anything in school because I had to milk cows before and after school. Everyday of the year, twice a day for my first 18 years.
I have been kicked, licked and swatted with a chitty wet tail that hurts like a cat-o-nine tails across the face more times than I can count.
Back when we had Hotter summers than we do now I would have to crawl between two smelly animals trying to make a Ralphie sandwich out of me..
I have flashbacks of milking still.. I love animals. I will never milk one again, if I can avoid it.