Bonny, naughty Bonny.

Bonny is doing naughty cow.

It is a nuisance that she is thus so.

Time is burnt up, you see, by her efforts
not to be a sweet little thing.

It is hot, hot, hot, here. 

Must be around the forties in the Courtyard,

everywhere else, low thirties. 

Time outside is limited if one does not become cooked,

there is enough moisture in the air,

the humidity being very high,

to simmer us quite, quite, quickly.

We do not have enough time, therefore,

to chase a little cow hither and thither.

So here was the plan:

Separate her completely from her mum,

leading her to fro on a rope,
which would stop the romps all about the place,
and milk her mum twice a day.

Went well on Bonny's part,

oh she complained for chunks of the day,

but not too much.

Did not go well for Elise though,

who was most upset,

and got herself all in a lather,

so much so, that she got into a hell of a mood,

so that when Lester came to milk her,

having decided to do this twice a day from here on,

it was impossible to do.

The heat has brought every single type of insect out,

small ones, medium ones, big ones,

and most bite.

Ouch!

To defend herself, 

Elise swishes her tail.

If one is sitting near the udder hoping to milk,

one is likely to be flicked in the face in the face,

and swatted,

as what happened to Lester last night.

To defend herself,

Elise chucks her head up and down,

making her fidget.

It is therefore difficult to keep bucket and udder in line,

as what happened to Lester last night.

To defend herself,

Elise kicks and stamps her hind legs.

Buckets get stepped in to,

kicked over,

as what happened to Lester last night.

Elise was already upset,

by the flies and heat,

not to mention her drum tight udder, which,

she thought,

should be going to her calf,

and nowhere else,

most certainly not in a bucket,

and so she grew difficult.

This is what Lester found out last night.

Project Evening Milk thus became aborted.

To release the milk,

Bonny was put back with her mum,

but taken out again when the udder was empty

and the little tummy was full.

Perhaps tonight it will go better.

Lester had already had a day of it,

been at his computer all day,

earning us the income 

so we can keep building the house and farm

into a smallholding and retreat.

Yesterday was not a good day for him.

So continuing to merrily swelter in this heatwave,

the soggy wetness of those weeks of rain,

all forgotten.

Saying bye for now,

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