I’d say I’m back in the milk business, but that really isn’t quite accurate. Posey is, and I steal a little here and there. After a somewhat tumultuous couple of weeks shuffling bum calves around, during which time she has fed four different calves and for 36 hours fed all four (she wasn’t impressed), we have her little family established and Marigold now has competition that isn’t me.

I have to say, I love standing down there watching three happy little tails whip back and forth, and their fuzzy little heads get wet from nursing, and their little bellies turn round and tight like little drums. They come up for air, standing there with their tongues stuck out before going back for more, and finally waffle off to sleep. They sure aren’t malnourished.

And I do occasionally snag some of that wonderful, rich, creamy milk. The perks of having a nurse cow.