Thursday, July 16, 2020

Cows are wells of wisdom.

Swiss cows grazing just outside town

On a farm, cows are not pets in any way shape or form. Oh sure, when they are calves, they are sweet, fun to stroke. But just you wait, things change.

This poem is from "On the Bright Side" Bright side, good thoughts.




All I ever needed to know I learned from a cow.

If it’s good, milk it for all its worth
Sucessful people are moo-vers and shakers
Don’t just be one of the herd.
The cream always rises to the top
Don’t stoop to a barnyard mentality
Don’t be bossy
It’s better to have milked and churned than to have never milked at all.
If you need to get somewhere, hoof it.
Some days can e udder frustration
If you’re feeling low, moo yourself a little song
Chew your food 50 times before swallowing.
Don’t let others corral you.
Munch hay while the sun shines.
He who lives with the herd learns to watch his step
Following your heart will always steer you in the right direction.
Party till the cows come home!
Live for-heifer young
Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere is moo moo

Author Unknown

23 comments:

  1. That's very clever, I like it :)

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  2. Okay, Sherry and I are laughing. Good one. We remember Paula from Texas and her partner was John, she picked a cow show liked and it was her pick and sorta pet. I cannot remember the name now, but John held it back from auction as long as he could.....
    I never milked, but watched it done several times. Mama always churned, back then she would give me a little of the cream to drink. LOL
    Loved the poem.
    Sherry & jack

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    1. I never milked one either. My brothers were bigger and less scared than I was, so they milked. Gallons of milk! When the cream rose to the top, we skimmed it off. Milk was so rich.

      We churned it, made butter. Mom bartered it for a neighbor's eggs. She also sold it. Cows, gotta love 'em.

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  3. PS Methinks I am too tired to type and make sense. LOL need a proofer,

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    1. Even in your tiredness, you still make me smile.

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  4. I love it! And I love cows and I do pet them when I can but I know you're not supposed to

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    1. They aren't aggressive, my brothers milked them every day.

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  5. Good one! Personally, I need to remember to chew more often. I used to love on the calves at my grandfather's farm, until my ornery uncle told me they were going to turn into hamburger. That was more than 60 years ago, and it still makes my heart hurt a bit.

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    1. every year our cow had a calf, which was always a bull. My younger brother and sister bonded with it, named it. When he reached adolescence, it grew big, rowdy and dangerous. Somehow, magically, it went on a truck ride. A week later we suddenly filled our freezer with packages of meat. Way of life.

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  6. The statement about living with the herd and watching your step struck me as funny. Other than the fact that as a child I did not always watch my step I'm not sure why it made me laugh so hard. Live for-heifer young took me a while to understand.

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    1. Cow patties are really squishy, watching your step is important. Once that dries, you can have a patty-throwing party.

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  7. Smiling.
    And every time I am close to a cow I am blown away by how beautiful their eyes are.

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    1. They have such great expressions and their eyes are lovely.

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  8. Fun advice.

    A lady i knew in college grew up out in the country. They grew crops and had chickens, and every year Dad would buy one beef cow to raise for the year's meat. They would be very pragmatic about the calf, always naming it T-bone, or Hamburger, or similar.

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    1. Hah! that is awesome. Our calves were usually named Blacky, Bucky.

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  9. "Party till the cows come home!" I always think of dairy cows, and imagine them coming home in the early evening for milking. So not much partying, actually.

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    1. Cows live sedate lives. Eat, get milked, poop. Repeat.

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  10. My ex father in law owned cows, chickens, the whole nine yards and I always enjoyed going there. He got tickled over how fascinated I was over everything country. I wasn't what I would call a city girl because my grandparents had a country place with a small farm so i was familiar with the drill but not with cows. I think what fascinated me the most was how fast they could run. I wanted us to have cow races and Cecil (that was my father in law) would laugh. I felt honored when I was the only person he trusted to take care of his chickens (about 250,000) while he had to be gone for a few weeks. Now, that was an adventure! I should write about it on my blog. That would be a totally different kind of Mildred tale than i usually tell.

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    1. Oh, yeah. You must write this in a blog. 250,000 chickens?

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