This is our first litre of cow's milk.
It came from Elise.
Bonny, her calf, was put in the small stall beside her,
although Elise does not agree with the separation,
because she has been complaining all night.
After milking the goats last night,
Lester said that he thought we ought to start milking Elise.
I did not.
I was tired.
But we did.
Without rope or halter,
Lester encouraged Elise to stand long enough to be milked.
The bucket of grain helped.
I was impressed by his calmness and persistency,
his lack of tension.
I just waited to be kicked.
It is nice to be constantly surprised by one's partner.