I remember learning to milk, Dad milked in the morning, and I milked in the evening.
One of the more disappointing times in my life was about 5 years back, I had bought a jersey heifer and raised her from just weened calf to having her first calf, the calf was three days old, the day I was to start miking I went out to the barn and Ruby was laying down, and did not even look towards me to greet me, I sent over to her and she was dead. I had to buy some milk replacer and bottle
feed her for the next three days, where I then found a very nice yong lady who wanted to bottle feed a calf for a 4h
project.
I thought about keeping the calf (cupie as she was born on valentines day) but I just did not have it in me at that time to start all over again.
Rubie would have been such a wonderful milk cow, she loved me and I her.
Cupie was a Scottish Highlander Jersey cross.