Posey and I had a breakthrough yesterday, and this morning I milked 5 quarts of milk from my pretty little cow. What a lovely task, truly. In spite of the dirt and the muck and the hands cramping. Head leaned against her warm flank, chickens and cats waiting for treats, Josie checking on me from time to time, and Posey’s contented and comfortable sounds, while the white milk hisses and foams into the bucket.

And her cream in my coffee in the morning? Divine.