This is Foster and Kalyssa with my Peanut. They belong to my sister-in-law, Tanna. Tanna milked for us Sunday evening and Peanut had the pleasure of getting to spend some time with them. She adores them. I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.
However, the point of this post is to show you what we do with children when they come to the farm.
It get a little inconvenient when they start yelling for help.
But, it’s nice because only an adult can let them out.
And this leads me into a story I’ve heard many times over the years. When the farmer and Tanna were little kids, they used to play cows. And from what I understand, one day Tanna was the cow. The farmer led her into the chute, securely locked her head in the headgate, and proceeded to walk away. He might have gotten into some trouble over that one. I don’t know how long she was left there.
But, I’m pretty sure this is the same conspiratorial grin a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little boy wore that day.
And from looking at the previous pictures, he didn’t really learn anything. It all just came full-circle.
Using squeeze chutes efficiently,