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ha! tell my hubby that...
we did have a cow briefly last year... I've got milk goats but I was looking for a larger quantity of milk for making cheese. we found a nice brown swiss cow, they were ready to pull her first calf and were selling her as a milker. I was told was that she was easily handled before the calf arrived, but had gotten a little wild with it's arrival, and that she should settle down with a little gentle handling. Ok, so I'm a sucker for big liquid eyes and I was able to get her to sniff my fingers and I though, no problem, I've never minded doing a little training.
well "a little wild" fell *quite* short of the truth. this girl was pretty sure she wasn't a milk cow, but a fighting bull! she'd stand in the middle of the corral, snorting and bellowing, pawing and tossing dirt around, and flipping her head to show us what treatment we were going to get at the points of her dainty little brown swiss horns!
in order to milk her, we had to herd her into a squeeze pen, pull the gate closed with a rope from 20 feet away (lest she bolt), then snub her head to a stout post and tie a hind hoof back so she couldn't kick my head off! but hey, I'm not one to turn down a challenge, so... a little grain, some soft talk, a nice scratch where it itches and some udder relief, we can get through this!
So, 3 months later, she still thought she was Ms. Fighting Bull and we gave up on thinking she was ever going to be Sweet Bessy the Brown Swiss milker, and split the difference. the delta between the two is "dinner". moral of the story? if you're going to be mean, don't also be tasty...