Fresh from the Hen House
I was sitting on my little crate next to Georgi, the Brown Swiss, one morning last week while she was being milked. I’ll massage her udder, keep the hose out from under her feet that don’t always hold perfectly still, watch so an inflation doesn’t slip, etcetera, while sitting there. It’s dark out when we milk, and I’m always fresh from bed, quiet, calm, and cozy in my coat and gloves.







