Drinking Camel Milk Until the Cows Come Home
December 16th 2014 I remember the morning and evening chores at Shamrock Farms. Grampy opened the gate for the milk cow who was always waiting at the gate. She voluntarily marched into the front stall of the barn like a dutiful employee and wait for Grampy to milk her. Grampy balanced on the tiny T-shaped wooden stool and press his head into her side as he methodically gathered her contribution for the breakfast tab
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