I think that person has a camera aimed at my milk stand!!!
I know I looked hilarous about a month ago. I would go out to milk donned in my college sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and tied tightly under my chin in a vain attempt to keep the babies from eating my hair. I would tie Bella to the stand. Each foot had to be tied from the front and the side as well as the feet tied to each other. This sometimes kept her feet from either sending the pail flying or finding their way into the milk to clean the muck out from between her cleats. I would frantically try to get some milk into the pail while alternately flapping my arms at the babies trying to eat my clothes or use my back as a trampoline. Of course Fleur would take advantage of my distraction by sneaking her nose in the feed bin and eating half of Bella's grain, thereby making Bella mad enough to try, yet again, to kick, often lifting herself and the milk stand clear off the ground.
Thank goodness things have gotten better! Of course it took sending two babies to new homes and buying a hobbles, but it's better!
