Did you know that inland from the shores of Lake Michigan lies some of the most beautiful farm country you’ll ever see? We witnessed it ourselves last week. In particular, we visited a working dairy farm, Country Dairy, where we took an informative and fun tour. We saw the milk bottling facility, shivered next to aging cheese, petted the calves, and watched the cows get milked.
There were four cows being milked by those electronic tit (hee hee!) squeezers. We were about ten feet away from one of the cows hooked up to the milking apparatus when it lifted its tail.
Now my husband, who has more farm experience than I do, automatically jumped back. But me and the kids just stood there.
So the cow lifted its tail, my husband jumps back, and then the cow poops. Because the cow was hooked into the milking apparatus, it was standing on concrete. So when the poop hit the concrete, it SPLATTERED EVERYWHERE.
We were luckier than many families standing closer, but we still got a few splatters on our pant legs. Well, all of us except my husband!
Never fear, though. My family loves poop and talking about poop, so this story simply becomes part of our poop folklore.
What’s your experience with cows? Would you have known to jump back when the cow lifted its tail?