Last night we slept on a dairy farm. An owl perched itself in the tree above our heads knowing that he would wake us up before our alarm went off at 4:30am. There were coyotes calling each other back and forth all night anticipating the birth of the three calfs that are coming any minute. Racquel and I got out of bed at 5 and rushed over to the milking area. It was bone chilling cold. Chance, the farmer, showed us how to hook up the milking device to the udders and make sure that there is no bacteria. The girls get led in by groups and are separated by metal dividers. Then they get cleaned up and the milker gets attached. It takes about 20-30 minutes to milk a cow, and the milk goes into an aluminum tank. A truck will come pick it up every two-three days. By the way, cows are huge. We got to see some of the baby cows, and all of us received some cow kisses. They drewl a lot and poo everywhere. Rocky and I got pooed on while we watched the milking. It smelled great-like you would expect cow pies, or should I say cow splatter to smell.
We drank raw milk at breakfast. It was delicious. Anyone wanna go in on a cow?
Eastern Kansas is beautiful.
Hey Sarah,
The Madigan family is cheering you on! We asked about you one day at TJ's and they gave us your web address. We are so excited to follow you on your journey. I guess we have a little catching up to do. Warm wishes, I can't imagine how cold it must be getting for you now.
Love and prayers,
Deb, Todd, Tash, & Gabe
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