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Milking a Cow When It’s Freezing Outside

It’s mid-November and it’s freezing.  This is Kentucky, and freezing is not normal.  Please, please someone bring back global warming.

Yesterday the milk barn was frozen.  The milk pump was not working.  The water lines were frozen.  The barn was freezing.  AND we had to milk the cow.  It doesn’t matter if it is cold, miserable, and everything’s frozen ……. the show must go on (so to speak).

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So, the pipes in the milk barn were frozen.  Which means I had no hot water.  Either I was going back down to the house to get a pitcher of hot water, or I was washing the cow’s udder with cold water.  Since outside was stupid, and the house is way too far away,  and my husband took his my 4-wheeler with him to deer-camp;  I washed the cow’s udder with cold water.  I don’t think she liked it.  She tried to kick me.  Sorry, Faith.

Well, I turned the little heater in the barn up as high as it would go.  Then I got out the portable radiator and turned it up as high as it would go.  Then I dunked all the frozen milk pump lines in cold water (since I had no hot water) to melt the ice.  We have a frost-free pump in the milk barn, so there is always water – just not always hot water.

I eventually got everything thawed out.  Other than the cold udder bath, Faith was happy.  She was in the milk barn, which at this point was approaching tropical weather.

When we finished milking her, Faith just stood there.  No sweet feed, no molasses, no hay,  nothing was going to get that cow to leave the milk barn.  She was happily positioned under the heater enjoying the Caribbean weather.

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So, what is normally a 20-30 minute chore, took about an hour because winter hit in mid-November.  I spent a good 3 hours whining and complaining about the freezing barn, the freezing sink, the freezing water lines, the freezing milk pump, and the freezing outdoors.

I set a good example for my children.

Then, I decided to do something about it.

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I’ve deiced that this winter, I mean fall, I am choosing warmth.  So, I reached into the back of my closet and pulled this giant coat out from 1985.  It is huge.  It is warm.  My daddy bought it for me when I was a teenager.  I don’t care what it looks like. You can all freeze – I am warm.

When I walked into the kitchen wearing my giant coat from 1985 my oldest daughter looked at me and said,  “Mom, you’re wearing a cow.”

Cows are warm.

🙂

Candi

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