Graduating To The Milking Herd

Each year The Farmer has several new graduates from the heifer herd to the milking herd. This year I went to the graduation ceremonies and was quite pleased with the commencement speech by the valedictorian, #245. These are the types of cows I want to recruit for C.A.L.F. Here is an excerpt of her speech:

My friends I come to you with high hopes for all of us and a humble heart to be speaking in front of you. We have worked hard alongside one another for the last two, perhaps three years. Now, we have joined the milking herd (loud applause). It has not been easy, some of us have been blessed with better genetics than others, and yet we still have the commonality among us that we are dairy cows.


First let us give thanks to The Farmer who has cared for us these long years. (loud applause). He made sure we nursed our mama cows when we were born to get that colostrum to get us off to a great start. He fed us  grain and hay and put us on green green pasture where we were free to roam. Now, we follow the path of our mama cows before us and give back to The Farmer by way of our milk.


My fellow graduates we can make the world a better place. We can create change. Our milk can make the world a better place. Our milk can build strong teeth and bones. It can help reduce the risk of osteoporosis, cancer, cardiovascular disease, type 2 diabetes and obesity. Milk can also bring joy to people's lives. Ice cream on a hot summer day or a large milkshake with two straws for sharing. 


My friends we are the future. Let us join the milking herd and be proud of these accomplishments and those yet to come!

Agent 101, reporting from the Udder Side.

Spy vs Spy?

I can honestly say that the last few days have been wild.  A week ago The Farmer separated me from the rest of the dry cows.  I had been with them for about fifty days doing my reporting there.  Not much to say, mostly we just hung out, ate, and slept.  When The Farmer moved me I thought, uh-oh, what's going on here? Then the weird thing happened: he started spying on me!

Seriously, The Farmer was always looking up in the field I was in to check on me or slowing down in his truck to watch me.  He was almost a stalker.  But then my time came.  Maybe I should say my calf's time came.  While The Farmer was doing all his watching, I felt confident he would come in and assist me if I had needed any help while calving.  I know this had to be true because when my calf was totally clueless about how to get started nursing, The Farmer was there to guide him to me to get my colostrum, my first milk, which is like super-duper milk, full of good stuff to get my calf off to a great start.

My question is who is spying on whom?

Agent 150, reporting from the Udder Side.